Keep Your Fingers Crossed! And Your Toes!

Current mood: cynical

Here's the voicemail message that was waiting for me at work today: "My son [the ED kid I wrote about last week] was working so hard on his makeup work this week that he didn't have time to write his essay. I know you said it was due no later than Friday, but I hope you will accept it on Monday."

I accepted the essay.

She called me twice today while I was teaching, crying, because her son had been pulled from regular English and put in the Special Ed class. "He worked so hard," she kept saying. You know what? I told her I'd call her back and then never did.

I am so over it.

Here's the answering machine message that was waiting for me when I got home today: "Andy here. It's about 1 p.m. Dallas time on Monday. Just calling to congratulate you as being a new homeowner. Assuming you got all your paperwork back and got it signed and notarized or whatever it is they needed you to do."

I'll believe it when I'm holding the keys in my hand.