Or not. Said good-bye to a beloved group of students on Friday. Battled food poisoning that night. Said good-bye to Mr. Fritch the next morning (out of town to grade AP essays). Suffered aftershocks of food poisoning. Wakened from sleep.
Why am I wet?
IGGYGYGYGYGYGYYGY!! How could you? Iggy has now lost the Perfect Fritch Dog title.