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Despite the fact that I have SO much to do to get ready to depart in the morning, now that I'm home with my feet up, I don't seem to be able to get up out of this chair.

Nothing like margaritas and raucous stories about students to cap the events of a school year. A whole posse of teachers colonized the back porch of our local Mexican eatery, where happy hour lived up to its name.

The power at school was restored this morning around 8:30, and we worked our tails off all day cleaning, organizing, moving teachers in and out of classrooms, finishing and posting grades, celebrating career and personal milestones over a faculty lunch, and basically working ourselves hard to the very end. I feel like I'm running on fumes and if anyone tries to crank my ignition, I will simply stall.

Or, I could write a poem about some of the themes of the happy hour conversations...they would include dragons, unicorns, good books, sweet pickles, tequila worms and banjos. This sounds like a good assignment for everyone!

Readers, make a poem that uses at least three of the themes/words listed above and post your results in the comments section of the blog. Don't forget that weblogs are supposed to be interactive, so your responses to what we write here will generate more good conversation. We might even learn something!

Looking forward to reading what you come up with...