Today I went into work and one of my teacher friends stopped me and told me I could ride to Springfield with everyone from my school to the TEPS meeting. I looked at her and said, "I'm not going. I didn't turn my name in on time." Truthfully, I had not wanted to go tonight because the college basketball championships are tonight. I don't miss this game. It doesn't matter who is playing, I. DON'T. MISS. THIS. GAME. So, I was ready to walk off and she said, 'Well, you were on the email list to go." I stopped. Did I sign up and forget? Possible. VERY possible. However, I tend to think that when I emailed about information for the members in our building, our district gal thought I wanted to be included in the list. I checked my email files, and sure enough, I was signed up. Hum. Okay, so I was suddenly slated to go to Springfield when I had planned to plant myself on the couch and watch the game. All day I was a bit bummed. Not majorly, I mean the meeting is always fun and time well spent, but when you're ready to relax on the couch, well, I was bummed... Then Mr. C. became my hero of the day!
As I was walking to lunch, I caught up with him and asked him if I could ride with him and the gang to Springfield. He said that I could ride with him but he was headed back early to watch the game with some friends at his house. I smiled. YESSSSSSSS! While he apologized right then because it was a "guys" night at his place, so I wouldn't be invited to stay and watch, I WAS SO OKAY WITH THAT. My couch was my goal...
So, I rode to and from with him and now am relaxing on my couch. I know, you're all wondering how the meeting went. It was okay. We were seated in the back where we were served last for absolutely everything, so our table was a bit disgruntled. We left just as the meeting was really getting started, but I was glad. You have to sit through "stuff" to get to the good stuff, and I was tired of stuff. I wanted to come home.
I am feeling a bit under the weather, and hear my bed calling my name...
Later!
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