Tales from the Crypt

"Knick Knacks" from an eight year olds perspective are the stuffed (via taxidermi, ya real...the once alive type) animals lining the tops of the book shelves in the schools library.

Tiny bits of paper no bigger than my thumb nail with a bit of scribble on them are valuable literary resources for the set of Polly Pockets living all.over.the girls room.

Cats do know how to play dead. You flip a kitten over in your hand about three feet off the ground and they just go limp. (It works really well with the little ones 'cuz they can't get away. Or scratch.)

God's sense of humor: give a gal some crazy curly hair, let a slight breeze whip a couple of strands around the side of her neck and watch her FREAK OUT screeming "AHHhh, get that bug off-a-me!!!!" all in front of a bunch of kids on the play ground. Good times. Now they all think I'm, I mean she's crazy(er).

That's all for me folks. How was your week?

Word-smith extrodinaire.

A few days a week I help out at the public school my kids attend as an Educational Assistant. Once in a while filling in for the secretary. Today was one such day.

While working quietly at the days tasks I was interrupted by a snicker/chortle/giggly laugh coming from the principle, whose office is connected to the main one where I was. She looked up, from her "you're gonna be on hold for a long time" phone call and repeated the country-western song playing on the hold loop - "God is good, beer is great and people are crazy..."

I've no idea who sings the song, nor the tune, which I think might be funny to hear, but I did think to myself how very true that bit of the sentence really is. Except for the beer. (Why anyone would put something that smells like horse urine in their mouth is beyond me.)

If you hear it, or care to look it up, send me the link!