Cartoon-classic moment today: My sister joined the high school color guard, so she got to take home one of those wooden rifles they spin. Naturally, Mom told her not to throw it around in the house, and just as naturally, she did. From the next room, I heard an incredible crash as the butt of the giant baton came thundering through the glass top of the livingroom table. This is her displaying her handiwork. My parents might have been angrier if the table hadn't been so darn ugly to begin with. Now we have an excuse to use one from my grandma's old house.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Table legs
Cartoon-classic moment today: My sister joined the high school color guard, so she got to take home one of those wooden rifles they spin. Naturally, Mom told her not to throw it around in the house, and just as naturally, she did. From the next room, I heard an incredible crash as the butt of the giant baton came thundering through the glass top of the livingroom table. This is her displaying her handiwork. My parents might have been angrier if the table hadn't been so darn ugly to begin with. Now we have an excuse to use one from my grandma's old house.
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I think you're missing about two weeks worth of pictures that I'm kiiinda hoping to see.
Hope you're well.
Say Hi to Rebecca/Andrew from the person they've never met.
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