Anyway, that's how we communicate because I do not have a cell phone, nor do I have a phone in my classroom. (That's a whole 'nother issue.)
It's nice to chat with Zack when the kids are at recess, or when they're at computers or music or P. E. and such. It's also nice to type in messages at random times of the day, knowing Zack will get them the next time he's around his computer. It's also nice to get random messages from him while the kids are practicing their hand-writing or doing some other thing they can do without constant teacher surveillance (which is not much).
This afternoon, as I was getting ready to go home, I typed a message to Zack that went something like this:
"i'm going home now. i don't know what to have for dinner. my current thoughts are: strawberry and whipped cream crepes (in my dreams), breakfast for dinner, tuna casserole....um, i can't think of anything else. my mind is blank."
Then, after writing the traditional "kso kso's" I logged off and went home. Zack got home about 5 minutes after I did...with strawberries and whipped cream.
I really didn't expect him to go get that stuff for dinner. It was just wishful thinking.
What a sweetheart. In his words, "If I have the chance to make your dreams come true, I'm going to jump at it."
The crepes were delicious.
(By the way, this is not a really nutritious meal. If we had kids I'd totally throw a plate of broccoli in there...or something. )
4 comments:
Who says that's not healthy? You got your fruit, grains, and a little of sugar on the side! It looks like a yummy meal and way to go hubby on making Carrie's dreams come true!
Boy, I tell you. It's a good thing that Jodie doesn't read this blog. She might expect more of me! Thanks a LOT, Zack!
I will say that this post comes at a particularly coincidental time. Just yesterday morning Jodie told me that she woke up to the smell of French Toast and was SO excited because it actually smelled good. She was so proud of her awesome husband who would be so thoughtful so as to wake up early and make her breakfast in bed. She then went into the kitchen and found, nobody. I was FAST asleep and Jesse (downstairs) was busily making french toast before he headed out the door. Ah. For the love. She still hasn't let me off the hook for that one. Thanks a lot, Jesse! Man, I'm just battin a thousand here.
Wow, all I can say is Wow. What a gourmet meal! Anything that has the word crepe in it seems really hard. Wow.
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