Telling Stories on Myself

Here are a couple of little stories I'll tell on myself, just so you can giggle at me:

My former teaching partner and good friend from OakTown sent me a message on FaceBook saying that she and another teacher friend of ours had just returned from a professional development conference in a distant city. At this training they apparently met MY "twin." Here were the lines of evidence presented:

1. The twin ALWAYS had TWO dietCokes on her table at all times.
2. Jack-in-the-Box was involved (presumably as the purveyor of the dietCoke).
3. The twin "did all her work on her computer and it was all color-coded."
4. The twin's personality was apparently "dead-on" MINE.

And, obviously, the twin is also an educator. Clearly my two buddies must miss me ENORMOUSLY if they're out there bonding with my twin!!!

When I told Wombat this story, her comment was "and did the twin have everything labeled, as well?" Okay, yes, I do love my labeling machines (that's right, plural - one at home and one at work) quite a bit, but... well, thanks Mom for adding to the mockery!

And then there's what will no doubt become known as The Great Lemon Pie Incident. You can read all about it on Wombat's blog, But Not For Lunch.

Really, I'm laughing WITH myself, not AT myself! But... does it matter? :)

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