I splurfed in class tonight
Ok, seriously, splurfing is not as dirty as it sounds. It’s gross and juvenile, but not dirty. I was sitting in my Classroom Management class tonight and since we meet in the computer lab and I surf the net the entire time the professor is lecturing (though, oddly, I actually maintain a high level of participation in the class nonetheless), I was checking the comments in this new blog o’ mine.
Well, look, a comment by Mr. Fabulous. I’d forgotten that:
- He makes me feel silly
- I’m jealous that he lives in Gainesville (please wave at my old house the next time you pass Rock Creek on 34th)
- I’ll randomly remember that his Lap Bunnies creep people out and then have to deal with the odd looks I get in public for my loud burst of seemingly unprovoked laughter
- I wonder if it’s weird that I kinda sorta have a crush on him, but only when he’s in drag
So I meandered on over to check out said comment. And I giggled. OK, nobody seemed to notice. Then I found my way over to Fabby’s Pointless Drivel. And I splurfed. Yes, the water I was drinking shot right out of my nose. He’s that funny. I lost all credibility in my class, but I picked up a useful tip I can certainly use when I write my next 5th grade lesson plan for science.