I am the opposite of cerebral. I am intuitive, imaginative, and impractical. I am loosey-goosey, dreamy, and have a casual relationship with time. BUT. I prefer provable facts over what-ifs or maybes. If I am going to make a statement or declaration, I look it up first.
That said, I am fixin’ to make a declaration. Actually two. Neither one of them have any support or proof that I would consider true, scientific, or accurate. I feel like they should, and I’m going to go out on a limb. Actually, I’m going to put my statements on a limb.
My poodle-heads have 8th Grade Disease
The Full Moon is making their 8th Grade disease worse.
This week I thought my kiddos had 8th Grade Disease. Looking back in my archives I see that I have never adequately explained this. I will. Just not today. Short version? 8th graders appear to have a genetic mutation that causes them to turn in to monsters. I don’t know if I discovered this disease, just happened to name it (quite creatively I might add), or stole it from someone smarter and wittier. I just know it exists. It exists and it started running wild through the ranks this week.
It got so bad today that I had to take pause. This didn’t seem like your typical illness breakout. There had to be something else going on. I checked the calendar, and it appears there will be a Full Moon in one week. A week away is kind of a stretch for the Full Moonies, I realize that. Perhaps 8th Grade Disease is compounded by the Full Moon thereby creating a new strain of the disease? The 8th Grade Moonies?
I sure hope so. Otherwise I’ve lost my touch. With my super powers AND reality.