Talk Talk Albert

When I was in Kindergarten, there was a boy in my class named Talk Talk Albert.  For a good part of the year, I was convinced that was actually his name.  That was a super fun year.  We took turns chasing each other on the playground and made some really awesome glasses out of egg cartons with patterns cut out of the bottom and covered with blue cellophane.  I also got in trouble when I asked to take my shoe off after stepping in a fire ant pile when my foot was practically two times it's normal size.  Ahhhhhh, the joys of Kindergarten!  I went  to a private Christian school, and I was constantly reciting the Lord's Prayer...so much so that my sister would tattle on me for saying it: "Mooooooooom, she's saying the Lord's Prayer!"  Oh, I was such a rebel...

Today, I was Talk Talk Albert.  I have no idea what was so important, but I swear I feel like I've been talking all day long.  I spent the morning talking to AT&T about what options N had if his phone could not be found.  I spent 3 hours at school, talking about Spanish and about what I didn't like about the new curriculum they started this semester.  I spent 20 minutes talking at the grocery store.  I spent from 3:15 until 8:45 talking practically non-stop, whether it be to my children, to neighbors who are moving away, on the phone to each of my parents and finally, reading the boys part of our Magic Treehouse book before bed.

I am all talked out.  And I think that also means I'm all typed out.  'Cause man!

Aubs

P.S. I was looking for pictures of me from my first day of Kindergarten, but I have no idea where they are.  I know I have at least one because I've seen it recently...but instead I got caught up at looking at pictures from a couple of years ago, when I was way skinnier.  And I realized I need that kind of motivation.  So, here I go.  Maybe.