i’ve been so busy with the quite-a-lot-to-do here at work and the pouting in my hormone-induced muck while at home that i’ve totally forgotten to freak out about my workshop this week.

yeah, tonight i get raked over the coals over “Where Did You Sleep Last Night?” also known as “The Story so Shitty it Made the Baby Jesus Weep.” my stomach just tied itself in a knot in nervous anticipation of the raking.

speaking of workshops (that, right there is what we in the business call a smooth transistion), last week we had an interesting occurance in Kelly’s workshop. at least interesting to me. see, Kelly wrote this awesome (and i’m not just saying that because she’s my friend) story called “Advanced Woods.” the story is amazing about this woods teacher who makes casket furniture and then things happen that i’m not telling you about because it should be a surprise when you read the story in some fabulous magazine. anyway, so the Woods teacher is this single 30something guy.

during the workshop one of the guy’s in class said, “Does anyone think it’s weird that this guy is single in his 30s?”

again i had one of those poor impulse control moments where my mouth started answering the question well before my brine engaged.

“NO,” i said way louder than was probably appropriate. “there’s nothing wrong with being single in your 30s.”

my classmates immediately started to laugh at the strength of my reaction, and blood started to stream from my cheeks with the force of my humiliated blush.

of course my poor classmate just dug himself in a little deeper. “i mean you know for a teacher. most teachers i know are married or at least divorced in their 30s.”

ahh me, i am gonna be so sad when this class ends. so sad.