Gotta have a wristband

Miracles evidently happen. When I came to my classroom early on Monday morning, the ceiling was intact, everything was dry and the computers worked. The only thing that absolutely needed to be replaced was one keyboard. It typed nothing but a constant stream of 9s. Not terribly useful. 

The only other casualty of the great flood of room 329 was the air conditioning unit. My room has an independent system, and it's didn't work Monday. Or Tuesday. Or Wednesday or Thursday. It finally came to life at 12:34 pm on Friday. 

It was a relatively smooth the beginning of the school year, temperature notwithstanding. I think it's going to be a good one. 

Something about being a newlywed gives you a built in excuse if you need one. Last night, Cas and I celebrated being married for one month. In addition to that, the school had its first dance of the year. The luau dance. A lot of people wanted to know if I would go and help chaperone. Built in excuse! I have to celebrate being married for one month. 

And celebrate we did. Cas and I had several gift certificates to choose from, but last night we spent the big one. It was $150 at any number of restaurants. We chose Chamberlain's fish market, because we had been there on some significant date in the past. It was delicious. It was very delicious, and we went a bit over the $150 gift certificate. 

We decided to arrive before our reservation so that we could have a cocktail at the bar. As we sat and ordered our drinks, Cas rolled his sleeve of slightly to show that he had put on one of the wristbands we gave our guests at the wedding reception.

What a completely funny, wonderful, thoughtful thing to do. I hadn't thought to wear a wristband myself, but as it turns out, he had an extra one in his pocket. So, there we were, all dressed up in fancy clothes with rubber wristbands on. It was perfect.

As for today, I am headed to Richardson to see my folks. Typical Sunday, typical behavior. Tomorrow, Jeff is going to be in town. He will be around only briefly. We will be a stop off on his way to Fort Hood.

Of all the places the Army has sent to Jeff or could send Jeff, it's kind of nice they chose to send him to a spot in Texas this week. That means he can stop by any dinner at his old house. Bonus. That's a pretty nice birthday present.