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September 28, 2004
Rainy day in Connecticut...
Somehow that doesn't quite have the syntax it needs for song lyrics...
The nice windshield installer people are supposed to come by to replace my windshield today...hhhmmm...I suspect I might be having to wait until I get home to Vermont to have it done. We don't have the option of having them work under a carport or in a garage here. I doubt my holding an underbrella for them would suffice. I am also worried though, that one more good crack to said windshield would have it in my lap, resulting in my having to pick bugs out of my teeth for the remainder of the drive home. ppsssttt...that is sort of why I wanted it done down here...well then, Fran, why didn't you do something about scheduling this work before yesterday morning? Damn, that inner voice can be such a smartass. Update: yea! Windshield installer guy calls & asks if I can go to his shop at 10am. Yes...no glass in lap, no bugs in teeth.
Maura called me yesterday. Yup, Morgan and Nora came over and brought her and Kieran a wagon that was Great-Granny Morna's. Daddy is going to give her a ride in it after Kieran's nap. It's kind of dirty but they are going to check it out anyway. Show and tell is the next day and she is going to bring Daddy's special syrup and tell about how it's made. Hehehe, I suspect there might be interesting dinner table talk at Miss Morton's if Maura starts out with hanging buckets from a couple of hookers on the trees in the backyard. snort.Gee I wonder if Daddy had any influence with what Maura has chosen to take to her very first show and tell.
Her Daddy's first show and tell (nearly 27years ago, yes some things remain quite vivid even in one's sometimes diminishing memory)went something like this:
Demian: This is my baby brother, Morgan. Mommy went to the hospital to get him a couple of weeks ago and I had to stay home with Daddy and eat hotdogs a lot. Then I went up to the hospital to see him with Daddy...
Teacher interrupts with Question: So Demian, Tell us what your baby brother eats.
Demian annoyed with interruption of his prepared speech says in a disgusted tone: He doesn't EAT anything. Now when Daddy took me...
Teacher interrupts agains with: Well, tell us why doesn't he eat anything, Demian?
Demian with even more annoyed scowl but also look of why is my teacher a moron?: He doesn't eat anything Because he doesn't have any teeth! He drinks milk!
Me leaning over to whisper to teacher: I think we could get into more touble here if we don't let him finish his prepared text..I've heard it and I dont think we have to worry about the content.
Me also wondering if teacher was a moron opening up alllll sorts of cans of worms concerning eating habits of infants....
So Maura, about those hooks....
Posted by frani at September 28, 2004 08:13 AM
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OMG I can see Demian doing that...oh too funny.....yeah and I can see the teacher going on to ask about the baby's bottle and stuff....yeah let us open a can of worms here
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at September 28, 2004 09:45 PM
I'm thinking if the teacher keeps interrupting his speech - he'll tell her where the milk comes from.
Posted by: DA at September 29, 2004 06:50 PM
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