Last night Matt and I went to see the Mets at CitiField. The Mets come from behind win in the bottom of the 10th was not what most people were talking about on the train ride home.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Saturday, May 02, 2009
Friday, May 01, 2009
On Fridays Dalton's chef, Jack, provides us with a real breakfast in addition to the usual granola/cereal stuff. This means that every Friday on my way in to work, I cross my fingers and pray for bacon. Today a dear friend heading for the elevator said, "Come on! They have the good stuff."
I wander into the faculty room, grateful for being in the early shift. I'll admit it--fewer colleagues to see me load up on bacon. I'm supposed to at least act healthy, right? The chess instructor and school psychologist are also getting breakfast (a mini muffin maybe?) and I quip, "I'm always so happy when Jack makes bacon."
As I turn around the school psychologist innocently remarks, "Wow you really do like bacon." The only response I can come up with...
"I'm just glad you can't get swine flu from the stuff."
Maybe I should cut back. Not because of the comment...because of the bacon coma I fall into for 2 hours after eating it.