Good morning!
While I just love having you all think I'm pouting and playing coy, truth is yesterday was just a very demanding 3D day. I won't bore you with the details of a housewife and mother's schedule.
I do think Janice's propping up the very dead stuffed Bilbo and sticking a lit cigarette in his poor very dead mouth and pretending he's talking is just this side of psychotic, though she seems to have convinced jp and you that there may be life in the old (very dead) dog yet, the strength of some delusions apparently making them transferable. Janice is nothing if not strong-willed. She must have been hell to raise.
As a matter of fact--imagine teaching a class that had ten year old J., Jeffie, Freddy, Thomas, Lexa, Randy, Paul, jp, the Mikes, Bill and Pete, (new kids who don't come in exactly shy and retiring) and you and me in it. And a pet chicken who talked in the corner. Is that a scary thought? Really---give it a moment's thought--imagine trying to control a class discussion. Is there a teacher who would take that job? It gives me cold chills to even think about being a member of that class...I KNOW I'd sit in the back, terrified, because I was one of those perfect little girls who was teacher's pet and you all would have hated me. Remember teacher's pets? The ones to whom the teacher said, "I have to go make copies. penni, you tell me if anyone talks."
(I loved those purple copies. I loved the way they smelled.)
In the sixth grade I traded friendship rings with Diana Dixon. We were best friends that week. But Betty Stuart XXXXX and Susan got mad because they didn't want to trade with each other and BS wanted mine. So she punched me in the nose while I was class monitor. It hurt and was very embarrassing because the boys cheered. I ran to the girls' room and cried until the teacher came and got me, and made us all put our friendship rings in a bowl and draw. I got Diana's anyway, haha.
I know that this post has made you all wish that today was another 3D volunteer day, but it's not. It's laundry day and here I am. |
