Batman!

On friday I was tidying my classroom after school. Near the garbage can at the back of my classroom there was a little white pumpkin. I assumed it was a leftover Halloween decoration and picked it up to toss it in the trash. Under the ledge of a cupboard I saw something small and grey, and I went to pick it up as well. Don't worry. It was a bat. It was small and dead and a little flat. There was fur on its little tummy and whiskers near its nose. I screamed and dropped it once I realized what it was, and then ran to find some hand sanitizer. I carried it through the school on a piece of paper and showed a few other teachers. I also reported it to my principal so the grounds crew could look into it. A bat. In my beautiful classroom.

I brought it home because I wanted to take a picture of it, but I had left my camera out at the Bassett's home. Then, I panicked and felt a little ridiculous for keeping it in the first place, so I threw it away before getting photographic proof. Sad. Next time I find a bat in my classroom I promise to take a picture.

You've Grown!

On Friday afternoon Blaine and I went up to my great uncle Rulon's 90th birthday party. Upon entering the party, we walked over to Elaine Cook to say hello. She saw my mom, and me, and Blaine, and looked at him with obvious surprise. "Wow! You've grown!"

I looked at Elaine, and said, "This is my boyfriend Blaine."

Poor woman. She was horrified. She thought, yes, that Blaine was my 13 year old brother, having experienced some sort of growth spurt since May, when she saw him last.

Yes, they both are blonde (kind of). They both have fantastic smiles. But Blaine has facial hair. And is a head taller than Jace. And, when I kiss Blaine I am not thinking of my brother. AT. ALL.

I am three months older than Blaine, and now I feel like a cougar.