I went to Education Week last week at BYU-Idaho in Rexburg (I'm 41 years-old and I've never been to Rexburg before, ha), and I came home with a bad chest cold. Maybe it's pneumonia. Hack. Cough. Gag.
I went with my fifteen-year-old son, his sixteen-year-old friend, and the friend's mother. So, two moms and two boys. We stayed in the dorms together. I haven't slept on the top bunk in ... well EVER! Maybe once I slept on a top bunk at girls' camp... but I think even then it was a lower bunk. Holy Hannah. Climbing up and coming down that sucker, I think my life flashed before my eyes.
Me? I went to classes on how to raise teenagers. Ha. (Yah, I went to other classes as well.)
I took my book club book with me to read in my free time. The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. It was a white and black experience going from classes about Jesus Christ to reading a book with so much sadistic behavior in it. I had to skip many passages in the book, because it was too awful, too cruel.
Anyhow, enough soapbox. I'm going to go cough and write today. I may need to disinfect my keyboard afterward.
Have a great day!