Why I can’t be a super-spy.

Spring break is nigh, which means I’m tired and procrastinating with work. So, naturally I spent all Sunday watching Netflix (judge me not). After a full day of watching my favorite action-packed thrillers, I realized that my fantasies of being a super spy wouldn’t quite work out for me. And I’ve come up with a list of reasons: My memory sucks.  In almost every super spy movie, they can look at an address or a photo of someone and be able to track them down off memory alone. I take frequent looks at numbers and addresses and can’t remember shit. Much…

100 pennies.

I received an email the other day from the boy’s school. It was the secretary asking me for permission to use this photograph from the spelling bee the school was participating in. Of course I said hell yes! I was so proud of him because just a few months prior, he came home one day upset and frustrated. Slammed his book bag down and stormed off to his room. I approached him, asking him what was the matter. He replied “I’m a horrible speller!” I asked him why he thought so and he pulled out a spelling test from school…