I took the PRAXIS exam yesterday, and man, am I glad it's over. I felt pretty good about the math, but I left the test feeling like I need to brush up on my history and science. I won't find out how I did for at least a month, so I'm not going to think about it in the meantime, except to keep repeating "I'm so glad it's over."
As I always do when I have a major hurdle looming, I procrastinated by making something crafty on Friday evening. My front door has been wreathless since February and I've been putting off replacing my spring wreath from last year. Remember that one? The one that melted down my front door. This time I was careful to not to buy any meltable doodads for my wreath. Here's what I started with.
A $2.99 wreath and some assorted, non meltable, flowers. Everything was on sale. Yay!
I used my hot glue gun to put it all on, and I only burned myself once. And I didn't glue the wreath to the table this time either. I'm learning.
However, I was disappointed when the Renaissance Woman arrived last night and didn't stop to admire my wreath. I had envisioned how it would go. She would gush over it and then proceed to name all of the flowers and their corresponding genus and species, followed then by each of the proper botanical names. I was so looking forward to that. Then she was going to tell me which flowers could not possibly coexist in nature due to different climates and blooming times, etc.
But she didn't. She just walked in the door, looked at my wreath and said "Pretty wreath."