Saturday, December 13, 2008

(sung to the tune of Chestnuts Roasting)
a little awkward, but I'm no lyricist.

Bug paws roasting by a gas fireplace,
my hot toddy's filled with good whisky,
student papers are piled any ol' place,
grading happens as the temp drops by degrees....

1 comment:

Turtle Lady said...

I'm so jealous of Bug! It's practically a blizzard here, the wind is actually blowing through the windows a bit it is so strong. And no fire, ah to be the Bug today!