Back to school, back to school...

Oh, Billy... you had it right. Snack packs do make it all better.

You see, tomorrow is the first day of school, otherwise known as "Black Tuesday" in our household. Dan and I have been in denial for some time, still guzzling that last bit of summer like rock stars on a final binge. We slept in until 1:00, sneaked into our old apartment pool, enjoyed our bikes for one more summer ride, and mauled food with friends. Tonight, though, we realized there was no more putting off the inevitable: back to school. Dan will be starting his sixth year of teaching high school seniors, and I am returning to the hormonal, immature, fist-pumping-to-parody-Jersey-Shore's-Snookie eighth grade sect.

So what is a girl to do to make going back a little easier?

I...

1. bought a new dress
2. purchased a brand new box of Crayola crayons just to get a whiff of that waxy smell
3. packed a kick-ass lunch
4. included a snack pack for dessert


What did Dan do?

He...

1. ate his feeling by downing four of said snack backs in a moment of gloomy gluttony.

And I thought I was his snack pack. Sniff.


Off to bed
(although we never get any sleep tonight.)

Hope all teachers/librarians/ people with school aged children have a good first day tomorrow!