I've said it before, but...

...When you walk into the classroom and you can see your breath? It's too darn cold!

<ahem>

In other news, I forgot to mention Sunday that my night elf finally got her mount.

To burn, or not to burn...?

Yesterday the vice-principal stood up at the morning meeting and announced that the school had one of its burnable trash loads sent back due to containing material that could not be burned, and that the teachers should notify the students to be certain to check that the trash is properly separated.

On the surface, this seemed a reasonable enough announcement. After all, everyone knows that trash must be separated into "burnable" and "non-burnable" before being put out for collection. However, someone was curious and asked what exactly had been dumped in the trash that caused it to be rejected.

The answer? ...A crate full of fireworks.

Yeah, I can see why the city might not want to put that in the incinerator.