Grateful Friday

 Yesterday was Marianne's birthday.  I'm grateful for her!  (And I'll be grateful when she is home so I can talk to her more.)

Braeden is here for a few days.  I'm grateful to have him around and hug him.  Braeden hugs are enthusiastic to the point of teeth rattling sometimes, but I am here for it.

We took a walk after dinner.  Just missing our three girls and the Young Prince.

And guess what?  We got an email that said we could sit in the massage chair even if we hadn't kissed the frog.  Miriam and Alissa and I hightailed it in there after school--and traffic duty, because it's our week.  We had to wait our turn so we dragged chairs into the hall and sat outside the room so no one would take our spot in line.  You would think with our commitment to getting massages we would have just taken the picture, but you would be wrong.

Miriam is 6'2" and Alissa is about 6' tall.  I'm the short one.

But I fit in the massage chair better, so there's that.  On airplanes and in massage chairs, it pays to not be too tall.

We enjoyed our 15 minute stint in the chairs, then we went and graded our math acadience tests and I felt all the tension return to my shoulders and neck.  

It didn't go well.  It is a timed test and during it I had about three students just looking around the room and looking at me.  

Ugh.