*OH MY GOD what is going on today?!  I am the SAT supervisor at school.  Big mistake.  Way too much paperwork and bureaucracy for my addled brain.  That said, in the 6 years that I've been doing this there have been very few problems and I've never had to fill out an Irregularity Report.  Well I'm making up for it today.  Firstly we had 3 no-shows which led to our starting late as I was giving them some extra time.  I don't like being here on a Saturday and I REALLY don't like being here more time than needed.  When I finally got everyone in and settled there were tons of questions (students rarely ask anything) about filling in the answer sheets, one kid needed a calculator, another pencils, one was registered for the wrong testing center and her exam today won't count, another wrote all of her answers in her test book instead of the answer sheet when we explicitly discussed this and when she couldn't transfer her answers because time was up she had an anxiety attack and had to borrow my phone to call her mother to pick her up.  I had to talk the poor kid down off the ledge while desperately needing to pee and having a room full of test takers waiting for me to continue.  Then, in the middle of testing, when all is quiet and needs to be so, the skylight behind my desk started leaking (it wasn't even freaking raining!) with really loud "plunk, plunk, plunk" sounds till I put a pile of tissues under it.  Fer chrissakes!  AND I have a headache from a food hangover.  GP was craving steak last night, (well, always).  Real steak from an adult cow that is red in the middle.  So we went to a place called Renegade.

Yes, there's my little cowboy just a sauntering in.  It's all done up like a saloon with saddles and velvet pictures of Native Americans on horseback.  The regulars wear cowboy hats and boots and take it all VERY seriously.  There's line dancing every evening at 9, Harleys parked out front and a Confederate flag flying over the gate.  THIS is their America.  But the steaks are good and they have imported beer.  Whatta ya want?  xxoo me

*wrote this last Saturday but never sent it.  oops.