... to raise a child. And it takes a large bank account to buy them all gift cards at the end of the school year.
I have to say, though... I am in love with the kiosks that you find in most grocery stores that have gift cards to all manner of places in all manner of amounts. I know this trend started a few years ago and I would like to kiss the feet of whomever's (Mom - leave a comment so I know that you haven't had a heart attack at that particular grammatical atrocity) idea it was. Ok, not really... you may not know this about me, but I pretty much abhor feet, and I don't like anyone touching mine, and for the record the idea of kissing someone else's pretty much makes me want to die. But anyway...
I do wish that I had the time and energy to do something extra special and handmade for my kids' teachers, especially since, being a teacher myself, I hate to send in lame gifts. I'll interrupt my own post to say that I don't think that teacher gifts are necessary... I don't expect them from my students, and what I swoon over the most is something like a card that one of my kiddies writes themselves, misspellings and all, just to say that they had a good year. Because I do get a paycheck and, trust me, I'm not in this crazy profession for the coffee mug. :D
That said, a one-stop shop where I can get a Barnes & Noble gift card for Tootsie Roll's second grade teacher, a Cold Stone Creamery one for their instructional assistant (wish I had one of those!), Ticketmaster gift cards for her dance teacher and Curly Jones' preschool teacher (she is on the young, hip side), iTunes gift cards for the dance teacher assistant and the two young preschool assistants, and a Visa gift card for my class mom is pretty much the bomb in my book. I wish I had the time to make you all pretty little gifts, but since I don't, I heart being able to thank you all in one trip.
'Cause otherwise, it may have been boxes of Fruity Pebbles all around. ;)
The past few weeks in books 3/24/17
2 days ago