i'm sorry to hear about cleveland's ill treatment of your warmth-loving body. i remember cleveland as having few manners in this regard. cleveland likes to break down your door, crack all your windows, drink ice water from your best china, put the cups on your finest wood tables without a coaster, and poison your houseplants. idaho, on the other hand, has lately gotten real affectionate. after a brief snow, idaho has curled up against me in bed and is now singing sweet lullabies. it's all like, "Let's forget that nasty winter ever happened last year and spend a little time gettin our love on. I want to know all about the warmth-loving you."
in response to being in a place that sees hot weather only two months of the year, i've found myself in constant need of various layers of clothing to keep my core temp up. (i've also had to adopt mountain-climber language, like "core temp.") i have broadened my definition of "jacket," or "coat" for you Northerners and mothers in the audience, to include long-sleeved button-up shirts. i'm wearing one now, for you phone-sex perverts in the audience. this has had interesting side-effects, like changing my ideas of inside versus outside. since heretofore i only wore a jacket outside, and since i habitually wear long-sleeved button-up shirts inside where jen and i refuse to turn on the heat, i am forced to admit that inside is really outside. this makes sleeping in the great outdoors a nightly occurence, though it also means i don't feel right just throwing out the squirrels that are living behind the fridge.
those same maintenance guys who have added to your misery, kate, kicked me out of my classroom today, thus throwing every one of my students into panicked turmoil as they tried to navigate the complexities of reading the note on the door and finding the substitute room. the substitute room was pretty disappointing, as it just told us to pretend this was study hall and then sat at its desk reading magazines.
i do remember this Marc you speak of. i believe i shook his hand and said, "Nice to meet you. What are your intentions with my Kate?" he seemed like a fine boy.
do i get to give you away at the wedding? i would offer to give Marc away, but i barely know him. and besides, i didnt drive to taco bell with him when i should have been studying rhetoric.
teaching rhetoric has opened me eyes to the fact that Professors Rea and Brockett, who we thought were insane in their approaches to teaching rhetoric, actually were insane. more to come on this as developments proceed. now i must rapel down the internet and scale the opposite face with my pitons and cord.
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