Team Ya’qub…

‘Nuff said.

Neya Chaand (New Moon), Desi estyle.

So I am freshly showered and good to go. I was feeling kinda iffy for a while when I came home after 6 hours of back-to-back students and faceplanted on the couch.

I considered moaning piteously, and then dozed for a bit.

Now I’m just waiting for The Sister to arrive home, let her freshen up, and we will grab our tickets and it’s off to see New Moon. I’m only coming along to fight the hoards of teeming, screaming tweens. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

Of course, I’m going to time the precise moment to pop two bags of popcorn to take with us. If the ticket-ripper throws any questions at us, we’ll just use the time-honored “special Muslim diet” response. That usually shuts ’em up. It’s true, though. We’re too special to accept the exorbitant movie theatre popcorn prices. And do they KNOW how many calories are in one box? It was spattered all over the news today. I saw news anchors holding up personal pan pizzas and cheeseburgers to show the relative caloric intake. ¡Qué horror!

I participated in the math fair today at school and won a free t-shirt. What whaaat. I was going too fast on one of the problems (and messing up like nobody’s business) and the professori manning the table was like, “Wait, madam, you are going too fast for me! It is not a raaaace.” Heh.