Evidently John and I have been living rather austerely in the food department. This was brought to my attention by the kids. According to them, there is no food in the house.
Right.
Perhaps, there is no food in the house that they want to eat. You know, like wings, and chips, and cookies. They sniffed at the tasty braunschweiger. 🙂
Evidently all of yesterday’s tastiness is behind us.
(teehee. they don’t know where I hid the Oreos).
Well, it’s that time. I’ve hit the wall at NaNoWriMo. Time to do something different…get some fresh air. Do the laundry. (there’s always laundry). Phone a friend.
My dad, he of the million and one email forwards of ridiculous and painfully obnoxious email FORWARDS has struck again. Only this time, it’s funny. Or maybe not and I’m just in that place of desperation. In either case, I’m sharing it here. Because that way I don’t have to think. Thanks, Pop!
A first grade girl handed in the drawing below for her homework assignment.
The teacher graded it and the child brought it home.
She returned to school the next day with the following note:
Dear Ms. Davis,
I want to be perfectly clear on my child’s homework illustration.
It is NOT of me on a dance pole on a stage in a strip joint surrounded by male customers with money.
I work at Home Depot and had commented to my daughter how much money we made in the recent snowstorm.
This drawing is of me selling a shovel.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Harrington
Hilarious, you might say. Telling. A sign!
None of the above, or all of the above, but watch closely for the reaction: 1. “everybody knows who I am” and 2. while surely the person responsible for affixing that seal is feeling bad, let’s laugh at him, instead of saying don’t worry about it.
