Mrs. G. begins teaching nine literature and writing classes September 2nd. She is reading this book for her grades 9-11 Great Books class. She finished it last night, and she isn't exaggerating when she tells you it blew her away.
Mrs. G. is looking forward to building this Eames House of Cards with her son. On those days they feel worn out and brain dead, games and puzzles are just the ticket.
Mrs. G. bought this game at the Museum of Modern Art store. She convinced her son that he was going to love playing it with her, but the truth is she bought it hoping that after they play it a few hundred times, she will remember where she put her bike lock key.
REALLY? REALLY? You clicked to see a photo of Mrs. G. sweating in a towel with grape soda cans pressed to her head?
Mrs. G's standards may be low, but she has at least four still in play, you rubberneckers.
Now go pretend you didn't do what you just did.