February 07, 2019
January 17, 2018
There’s nothing like a desk full of soggy books and notebooks. I wonder how he’s going to explain this to Ms. Wormwoood.
“Junior Barnes….whoooah, Junior Barnes….you gunky.”
Reminds me of Dennis the Menace taking ice cream home from a birthday party by putting it in his pocket… never worked out very well.
Some things just don’t keep well.
Years ago after a friend’s refrigerator failed, they asked if we could store some frozen stuff in our freezer. They told our young son he could have the ice cream. A few weeks later we found the container in his closet. Fortunately, it was one of those all plastic containers, not the old cardboard type.
Timing, like location, is everything.
On the upside, you’ve got a good excuse to request a bathroom pass!
There is a reason all of those old desks had a drain hole in the bottom.
The miraculous disappearance of the snowball!!
When he was in his mischievous phase, my nephew unloaded the meat from the downstairs freezer and hid it behind the rec room sofa. Nobody noticed until the smell got to them — cost them a new load of meat and a new sofa!
Melted snowball in school desk, rotting meat behind the sofa, ice cream, prickly pears, and frightened kitty pooping in coat pocket…
I’d say we pretty much covered everything here today!
Oh, and by the way…
December 7, 1941… “a date which will live in infamy”
Timing is everything!
Time for a snowball excursion!
I’m sure Miss Wormwood will believe that the wet spot under your desk is from a melted snowball. Just tell the principle Miss W wouldn’t let you go to the restroom.
This time Susie can be easy
September 25, 2019