Sellenger's Round

Today was the first time I have seen a 4th grade class since winter break, and though I had really nice plans about distinguishing 3/4 and 4/4 and writing melodies to play on recorder, Colonial Day is in two weeks and they have to learn a Colonial dance. So, if you are ever in need of a fun times English folk dance, I've got you covered. I have called out the instructions so many times at this point: "right left right, left right left, back two three face your partner, right left right, left right left, and turn in a cir-cle." It's called "Sellenger's Round" and there is at least one video on YouTube of old people dancing it, with much more finesse and skill than my dear 4C children.
I learned there is a Chik-fil-a by Fair Lakes today, which is dangerous. I don't know what it is about their chicken, and why the secret is so elusive that other fast food places do not rival it, but boy is it good.
A story from the past: well, I had nearly completed my story about dressing as a pimp for "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown," but then the internet crashed and now it is gone and I need to go to bed. So instead, a shorter story: oh my goodness, it just crashed again. Right in the middle of my epic snow shovel to the mouth story. Okay, shortest of short stories because I need to go to bed: I couldn't figure out where the voices giving the sacrament prayer came from (and oh, I peeked to make sure it wasn't just someone who got to and from the pulpit really fast), so I decided it must be the Holy Ghost saying the prayer. I leaned over to my mom one day and told her how great it was that the Holy Ghost himself gave the sacrament prayer, and she said "no, it's just the priests over there. They have a microphone under the table," and I was very disappointed.