Cigs in Prison.

Ok never did I think I would have a blog post with that title
but seriously Shelly?
Trading glue sticks like cigs in prison?

Crackin.
Me.
UP.

I am so grateful I am not alone in the school supply/school readiness and subsequent poverty area.
Thank you all for making me feel better with your $200 giant shoes
and 87 glue sticks
and fellow calculator purchases
and preschool payments
and reminders about college book costs...
wait...
never mind...
I'm highly resentful of those collegiate reminders.

So behold...
my dream come true.

I know it doesn't look like much but good gravy have you ever had 7 children doing homework and hearing,
"I need a new pencil!"
"I need crayons!"
"I need a ruler!"
"Where are the colored pencils?!"

This year...
twill be different.

I am bound.
And determined.
I am bound and determined 
that this year will be different. 

No more rifling through the junk drawer looking for a blue crayon,
no more searching the far reaches of their backpacks for a broken pencil that I can sharpen.
This. is. it.

Our reservoir stocked with extras.

Need a pencil?
No problem.

already sharpened!

Teacher says you need to bring in another red pen tomorrow?
Roger that.

Out of paper?
Okie dokie.
Highlighter?
Divider tabs?
Index cards?
On it.
On it.
On it. 
I. Am. On. It.

Need Joe Montana to come with you for career day?
Got it.

Ok.
Joe can't go.
But the binders and glue are available.

And then of course I would be remiss if I didn't introduce to you the coolest pencil case evah.

Oh Perry.
Your so extraordinary.

School year 2012/2013....
Bring.
It.
On.

And hey...
if it lasts a week I'll be happy.
Well...
maybe.