Run like mad over to Education Wonks to read up on the Nineteenth Edition of The Carnival of Education ! I’m serious. . . . if most people had any idea what’s really going on with and in our public schools, they’d pass out cold.

Oh, and if you’re planning to use your weed-eater any time soon, be sure it has the guard on it.

A weed-eater is a non-sentient object and doesn’t know the difference between viciously ripping down a clump of weeds, and biting through all the layers of skin on your legs. It doesn’t know the difference between dew, sap, and blood. It likes them all.

It’s kind of like a great white shark on a stick, that raises big bloody welts on your legs at your own command.

You can take my word on this one. Ouch.

I need love. And a keeper.

It’s been a long morning.