My new wife doesn’t have lactophobia.
I do. And I have a new wife.
By lactophobia, I mean that even though the doctor said I’m not lactose intolerant, I’m scared to eat too much. I did tempt fate yesterday with a slice of red velvet cake. I am fine right now. So that’s good. But I’m still putting soy milk into my cereal.
I don’t really have a new wife. I have a new teaching partner. I’m just calling her my wife because people keep calling team teaching a marriage. My new wife is A, from the last post. I think her blog name shall be Alli. I am very happy with this situation. She’s smart, energetic, decisive, and creative. It really has potential. We’re going to have coffee this week and hash things out a bit.
And now I am officially done with teaching until September 8. I’m so tired I can’t even stand up. That is all.