I'm Not Ready to be Awake

My eyelids are so heavy right now I can hardly stand it. Today is Day #3 of the Four-Day Summer Workweek bonanza, and I'm starting to become a zombie. It's 10:00 am, I've been here almost four hours already and the summer is looming large and long ahead of me. At least class starts for me next weekend, and I'll have something to keep me busy until the end of July.

If you're wondering how it went with Bill Clinton on Monday, check out the link and you'll see his front porch stump at the Raglands'. (The back of my head is in there at the beginning, 10 points if you find it.) Unfortunately I missed Bill himself, thanks to the fact that he was over an hour late and it was about 1,000 degrees out there on the pavement under the sun. I thought I might be a little in danger of losing my job when I'd been gone 2 1/2 hours for lunch, so we left early. But I did get to see the Secret Service guys and all of Hillary's little college interns. The best comment I heard about all the hullabaloo came from my dad, who said, "I'd love to go out there and shake Clinton's hand. Then I can tell him that I didn't have sex with that woman, either." Classic!

In other news, at least two of our students that were planning to graduate Tuesday won't. My favorite part is that they're all shocked... "What?! I'm not walking?! I failed?! But I thought I could pass even if I didn't turn in that paper/ever show up to class/do anything my instructor told me to do." Probably I should feel bad for them, but I don't. Probably I'll feel bad for me when they show up next semester all whiny because they don't want to retake the classes they failed. Blah blah blah...can you tell it's summer?

There are only 21 days left until the cruise!!!! We got our documents on Monday, which tells us in detail what excursions they offer (there are about 50 of them, and they all cost about $100 for like 10 minutes of stuff). The book also tells us, in great detail, exactly what they'll do to us if they find we've smuggled alcohol on board. Luckily for me, Andrea is in charge of that. Wouldn't it be something if they booted her off in Nassau? Extra vacation days, anyone?

And finally, I had to go to the optometrist yesterday afternoon so that he could dilate my eyes and make sure my retinas are all happy and pretty (which they are). Afterwards, I had to ride home with my eyes shut behind sunglasses, because the sun hurt so doggone bad I wanted to cry. Today is BB's birthday, so I attempted to make his birthday cake and the black bean salsa I need for our graduation party while my eyes were still a little fuzzy. Baaaad idea. After the can of Rotel went into the cake batter, I decided to call it quits on the cooking. Here's hoping that nobody bites into their Mississippi Mud Cake tonight and chomps on a surprise jalapeno! On the other hand, that black bean salsa won't be near as hot as it should've been...it'll be a little sweet with a faint hint of fudge brownie. Rock on.

More blogging later...I have to pretend to do some work now.