For example, I found a crow’s foot out my front door. And a head. And then the torso. The poor thing had been picked clean so it didn’t smell. He is cute in a sad way, but I can’t help but wonder if this is some kind of message about aging. Eat or get eaten; you have crow’s feet; I will boil you and stick you with a voodoo needle; etc.
Also, I cannot turn off the underline. I guess it’s better than the red strike through that was here before. Another example: do you think that either of my kids will graduate from high school? Go to college? Get a job? Well I hope so. My concern is valid I think, although others may have it worse. And if you do, I’m sorry. Very. very. sorry.
Por ejemplo (not sure that’s correct even though I have a student who’s taking Spanish III), Mr. Jenna Maria has been working on Algebra for a long time now. Me: Get it done before your cousins arrive so you won’t complain about how much work you still have. Mr. Jenna Maria: I am but I don’t know how to do this. Me: your dad will show you. Him: ok. I get up to stir dinner, return and he’s gone. I shake my head and walk out back — looking for everyone. There I see Mr. Jenna Maria in the tree hanging from the branch. I warn him about falling and checking for dead branches. Him: Really? You must say this? Me: I leave because what’s the point?
Mr. Jenna Maria is back at work on his Algebra and we are not going to eat until he finishes another problem. It could be awhile. I will entertain myself watching little dog try to play with little pig. Not working so far. Little dog cries like a kitty. Little pig looks at him and wonders WTF is that thing? A pig? A kitty pig? A doggie? Dogpiggen? He’s confused so he goes back to eating hay. Little dog enjoys hay too so he happily munches on whatever falls out of the crate — poop, hay, whatever.
Does the Easter Bunny make a trip to your basket on Easter? This year he may not remember because I’ve heard rumors that he doesn’t have any candy. The bunny has to make a trip to Bomboys to stock up. What is Bomboys you say? THIS The Easter Bunny usually shops in this spot and finds everything that’s needed to greet Jesus on Easter morning. Except real Easter eggs. We have to make those ourselves with the help of Mr. Jim Chickens.
One thing I must say about Easter, or any celebration where colored things happen — food coloring is disgusting. STop dipping your kids’ food in this stuff. It’s okay with me if YOU eat it since you are fool enough to do so, but leave your little people out of this. Two girlies decided they wanted their delicoius and healthy mac and cheese color free and have a petition to get the dye out of that stuff (o why o when you could just NOT eat it) but good for them if they can do that with eveything. If you wouldn’t sprinkle a bowl of the stuff on your eggs, then it isn’t food.
To highlight the disgusting food coloring that people push on their little kids, I have a Pinterest board that showcases this gross stuff. I don’t even go look for it — it just appears in my feed somehow. If I looked for the grossly colored icings, cakes and gross stuff, the board would be a lot bigger — it’s called: Shamalamit That’s Ewey. Check it.
WHERE DERFERK DID YOU GO?
My last paragraph is dedicated to where did I go. I fell into the abyss of too much shizelle going on all around. Writing takes a back seat. This whole setu is not even funny. I’ve lost my funny probably because I’m out of shape and also I didn’t take notes about all the crazy that goes on so I can’t remember it. I’m working strictly from recent memory and damn it’s not good. I need to take notes and write a paragraph or two every once in awhile. Maybe once or twice a week early in the morning. We will see. My kids need to promise that they will pass high school or they will live in my basement and never leave. Although I make that awful difficult with the whole screen sharing snooping that we do. Happy Easter and tell Jesus hey.