I woke up this morning with a big ass headache. One that makes you feel like curling up in a ball wishing for death to hit but Daughter Dear has two major projects due that count as three test grades. I'm watching to make sure everything is labeled and marked for her 5 Texas maps project. I'm calling BS on the second one. She has to write a nursery rhyme using the metric system and make it into a book with pictures. I think the teacher must have been smoking crack when she came up with this one. I'm just grateful I have a child that can write stories....