i get to say things like “whose bubotuber puss is this?” and “when you’re making the exploding filibusters, DON’T shake the flasks of danger!”
today i learned that cleaning slime off of weathered wooden picnic tables is a pain in the petunia. but i got to sluice the sidewalk with a bucket of water which felt good on my bare feet. mmm…hot sidewalk, cool water, bare feet…
i had almost thirty teens at my program this afternoon (entitled “professor snape’s potions)–a runaway success! and also…some crazy madness. i was cleaning slime off of the walls about 9 feet off the ground. i have a smear of blue food coloring (aka “blast-ended screwt fluid”) on the back of my hand.
next week: catapults!
