Look what blogging does to you!
Tammy’s
dear family had her convinced it was GREAT!
Well, maybe she convinced
herself and they just nodded in agreement like they’re supposed to, but
still they said YES!
Christy loved it too. Well, it was her day off after all…So who wouldn’t love it?!?
I wasn’t so sure…I mean this is how it all started…
This was all I could find at the party store the night before. See that little note slipped in the front package? Not only did it save me 50% off the retail price, but I thanked the Good Lord above for having my back on that one. Missing Beard = Hallelujah, because there was NO way that was gonna happen. Can you tell by the capitals, bold, and underline of the word NO? I was very serious about the beard issue.
With the last minute score of the wig and missing beard set meant for a…Woman disguised as a lumberjack? Santa in Training? 100th Day Hag, I decided to seize the 100th Day of School! I owed it to the missing beard…And, my blogging buddies…And, my family and Christy too…I guess you could say I’m sort of a Giver like that…wink, wink.
When I arrived at school I saw none of our Firsties.
No friends. Not a one.
Nobody dressed like a total hag, but me.
It was awful.
I
felt like I was sitting on the wall at a middle school dance. Youngins’
on one side Hag on the other…All alone…Party of 1…
I
told my 3rd grade daughter that I didn’t feel well and thought I would
barf. My stomach was in knots. What was I thinking?!? She quickly shuffled off to class, not stopping for a hug…
Once my tummy settled, I took our usual morning trip to the lounge to gather our mail, read daily announcements, chat with friends…
I stood in that lounge with my “friends” for 10 whole minutes and nobody even talked to me.
Nobody.
Didn’t say a word.
Nothing.
Like I was the Walking Dead or something?
I needed Tums.
I seriously thought I was going to barf.
Finally I broke the silence and I spoke…
Can’t even remember what I said…
Maybe “What the ?!?” “Good morning”?
Heads turned, Mouths opened. People flipped. Not literally...
They had NO idea it was me that whole forever 10 minutes.
My stomach settled.
I could breathe again.
We laughed and laughed.
It made for quite a fun morning…
The Hag and the Youngins’…chatting it up.
Still,
a little part of me couldn’t help but feel bad…That poor hag may have
gone all day without any friends if she didn’t speak up…Hug a Hag People…They have feelings too!
With
a small slice of courage restored, the school bell rang. As I cruised
around the corner, I found my Peeps! Many of them had dressed up like me
and we had a blast posing for Paparazzi parents before the 100th Day began. It was so fun!
All was right with the 100th Day of School World again…
Well, everything until the
100th Day of School Necklace Smashing Incident of ’13
Did you hear about it?
Unlucky to say the least.
My big old Granny shoes squashed those crispy critters to smithereens!
Which
for the record were totally dangling on the floor, off of the desk, in
our walking area, exactly where the teacher said to not let them
be. Just for the imaginary record…
Do NOT mess with a hag in her cankles panty hose. Just sayin’…
Other than the “Dress Up Like a Hag and Try Not to Barf because You’re a Loner” and the “Fruit Loop Smashing Incident of ’13”, it was a fabulous 100th Day of School.
We tried to keep with the status quo as much as possible by using our 100th Day Hoopla activities to keep them busy, busy!
They kept the kids focused, but still having fun on this milestone day. You can click the pic to check out our 100th Day Hoopla in our TpT Store.
In
the end, I was so glad I dressed up, and now lots of other teachers at
our school want to
dress up for the 100th Day next year, which makes for one Happy
Hag…Plus, Christy will be working on the 100th Day of School next
year, so I’m elated…HA.
P.S.
Yes, I like using the word “hag”…Don’t ask me why. My husband even
called me a “hot hag” that morning before school…Which, for the
imaginary record, completely crossed the line…But, using the word “hag”
doesn’t…Just sayin’…
