while on the phone with Mom:

Mom: I've called the guys who are supposed to install my new toilet twice and they haven't called back yet.

Me: It's OK… they're probably just backed up.

Nyuk nyuk nyuk.

Oh, I did a photo-editing exercise with the photo students last night: I put four of the pictures of me and my son up on the computer display and showed how I figured out which one I liked the best. When I opened the final shot (the one that I posted here on the blog), the class gasped in a “dang, you really *are* better than us at this stuff” manner. It's probably best they find this out early in the semester, you know, to keep them in their place. And once they saw proof of my photo prowess, they listened more closely to what I had to say!

I handed back the self-portrait assignments my photo students gave me last week, and, with permission, posted the top four on the bulletin board in the student union. One is of a student in her T.G.I.Friday's work regalia, complete with “Can I take your order?” cheat sheet and a sly look in her eyes; another is of a woman in full Patriots regalia, head down, in mourning; another is of a woman under an industrial-salon hair dryer, green foils in her hair, and a sickly green cast across the entire picture. But my favorite is of the woman who put on big sunglasses, lit herself with orange gels, and snarled her face so you can see the c-word tattooed on the inside of her lower lip. Honest: c-u-n-t (not hyphenated!) is TATTOOED inside her lower lip. Talk about hardcore!

“It only took 30 seconds and didn't hurt a bit,” she told me. “It was the easiest tattoo I ever got.”

I printed an extra copy of the photo for my collection. I'm going to ask her to sign it once class is over. It's awesome.

Well, Monstro isn't feeling well so we didn't go to church today, and I've graded the photo quizzes and the writing homework but not the writing interviews (though I've read them all and they pretty much make me want to swill a large and potent cocktail) or the self-portrait assignments (see sidebar). Oh, and I'm leading Bible study tonight so I have to read parts of many of Paul's letters.

The bummer is, all I really want to do is cruise around my friends' blogs and maybe take a nap.

During February 2008, I wrote in this blog every day. Every stinkin' day, people! So no matter how sporadic my posts may be later on in the year, you can look back fondly on the good old days of February, 2008. I think this particularly notable because there are two things I'm not blogging about, and they're pretty big things. So yaaaaay, me! P.S. Oh, and it snowed again last night. Calgon, take me away!