I have an addiction.
To school supplies.
I have a straight up, no chaser, hold my credit cards, holy cow MORE POST-ITS PLEASE addiction to anything office related. Every fall, you might find me deeply inhaling the sweet pink rubbery goodness of a handful of bubblegum erasers (and yes, I KNOW that sentence sounds rather… wrong. But I stand by my statement. I’m not ashamed.)
As some of you know, this was the first year for school for Blonde. It was epic. But really, every year in June (or is it late May?) when the great television gods start up with their JC Penny and Target ads and even, I think, Sharper Image gets in on the game, I get all goosebumpy and happy. It’s a glorious thing, School.
We should just skip all this summer nonsense and school all year long.
SORRY. NO, I DIDN’T MEAN IT.
I was breathing in my erasers rather heavily and got a bit dizzy there. What I MEANT to say is:
One month, preferably July = Summer
All the other months= School. Because, pointy new crayons!
Except for December, obviously, because, well there is a lot to do. Trees to decorate. Santa to contend with. And baking all those cookies, ya’ll. There’s cookies just exploding outta everywhere in December. And I gotta try to figure out how to wrap a bike, usually, or maybe a new kitten. Oh, yes, and the birth of our Lord, Jesus Christ. Sometimes I forget that one. It’s busy.*
Oh, and also February. No school in February because that is just an awful month and we should all just go away in February to some place that is as non-February as possible. Even a new Trapper Keeper isn’t gonna dress up February.
Oh! but yes, School in February 14. Of course! Because these:
Ok, so I’m getting a little confused here myself. I think I need to make a calendar. I know! With new Sharpies! And A RULER!
Since I have the honor of being a Netflix Streamteam blogger, I was thinking of what kind of shows would pair well with my back-to-school fervor. And immediately, this gem came to mind:
Kevin is adorable. Winnie is just… winsome. The Wonder Years was a simply perfect show. It had depth and also humor, and some episodes could give you a knot in your throat the size of Toledo, unless you were heartless or just completely unmoved by Kevin’s brown-eyed earnestness.
Do you remember the episode where Mr. Collins, Kevin’s beloved teacher, just.. he… I CAN’T EVEN. I CAN’T EVEN TELL YOU. It was the best ugly-cry, cathartic, I don’t need therapy I just need to watch this, kind of show ever.
And don’t even get me started on the soundtrack.
I binge-watch shows that are about angry dragons and angry politicians and REALLY angry ex-science teachers… I’M GONNA BINGE THIS ONE.
It’s … well, it’s just wonderful.
*No. I don’t ever forget that one. I promise.