ummmm, right.

Alright, I know I was all ready to goof off on Friday but seriously. The faculty are worse than the students around here. If it isn't playing the bongo drums in your office, it is playing basketball. In the hallway. On a Monday morning. During finals.

Nobody puts DancingFish in Grading Jail...

The concept of grading jail is pretty much lost on me. Since my final on Thursday I have...

• Cleaned the house so we could have people over
• Hosted a lazy persons' holiday party (pizza, beer and Cranium around the Xmas Hibiscus)
• Drank too much at said soiree
• Went to a movie (Lars and the Real Girl is fantastic. Go see it if you can!)
• Sunday.....something happened here, but I don't really remember what....not grading, though...
• Oh yes, made gingerbread pancakes
• Tried to make bread for Xmas gifts, but had no eggs due to pancakes
• Went to the department holiday party
• Watched the Bears game
• Got a haircut
• Got a manicure
• Not finished grading my exams yet.

An approximation

I am still in IL. Storms down south and cancelled flights meant I wasn't getting on a plane today so hopefully I will get back tomorrow. I am going to get some writing done this afternoon and play with some data. Or at least catch up on permit paperwork, thank yous from my shower and my Moms Jaywalker...

The fitting yesterday could have gone better. People keep telling me I am handling it well. The dress was 3.5 inches too short. I picked shoes based on the length of the sample dress so it wasn't the addition of the shoes. They got the sample and had me put it on. Low and behold! It was longer! They are sending my dress back to the designer after measuring the length difference. I won't be back till 4 days pre-wedding. If there is anything wrong then... well, I am trying not to think about it. Instead, I came up with the following artistic interpretation of 'DancingFish as Bride with short dress.' It is not my actual dress and while my real feet ARE sort of giant, they are obviously not proportional. I did this while having my coffee this morning and just gave up on the feet. Imagine what I could have done if I were sitting in an airport, waiting for a flight for 10 hours....