Wahoo

Euonymus atropurpureus (eastern wahoo, burning bush, bitter-ash), a deciduous shrub native to the Midwest, has it’s blossom pictured here. It was photographed last month, at the Shaw Nature Reserve. It is a pretty little flower, but I just like its name, Wahoo, it rhymes with Yahoo and sounds to me a lot like yodeling.

Yesterday, I literally was that crying little baby that had I linked to then. I spent the first two hours getting not one, not two, lets just skip to the chase, five separate account’s passwords reset. I couldn’t for the life of me remember what any of my at work passwords were. All of which I had used two-weeks ago. It must have been a better vacation than I realized. Pat, my friendly neighborhood IT person, told me that this was National Password Reset (NPR) day.

Anne snagged a long-term substitute position, three months. It’s second grade. The regular teacher is on maternity leave. This happens a lot in the elementary school. So much so, that some think that there must be something in the water.