Cornish Game Hen Mummies and Abandoned Children

I have been consumed in thought and deed by Cornish Game Hen Mummies. It all began with a simple group assignment for my sixth grade class and has now turned into an all-consuming individual project for the entire grade level. Now, 94 Cornish Game Hens, hundreds of pounds of salt, Ziploc bags, bleach wipes, garbage bags, and various other supplies later, I can think of nothing else. This is gonna be fun. I can't wait to send home all of this mummified game hens at the end of the school year packed nice and neat like in their shoe-box sarcophagus. And, as a side note, the smell of rotting hens may actually IMPROVE the stench in my classroom!

On another topic, three of my lovely children were somewhat abandoned today. Inadvertently, of course, yet abandoned, nonetheless. Dad left town and neglected to let the kids know that they needed to go to afterschool care. Oops. We all make mistakes, right? Thankfully this one was made on a day that I had no meetings and was able to leave immediately upon discovering that they were "lost". I was so proud (and relieved) to see them dutifully working on homework at the park when I pulled up to get them. "Hey mom, what took you so long?", they asked me. They really have no idea. And, good thing. They'd be offended. I am blessed beyond measure with wonderful kids! (even if they do call me fat) (to my face) Ha!