Friday Funny

I have a sister. Two actually. One of them is a first grade teacher. And, while I have never seen her class or met any of her students, they tend to provide me with quite a bit of entertainment anyway.

This is one example.

Her class was working on nonfiction pieces about penguins. The kids were supposed to write their facts and illustrate their pages for the class book. Innocent enough, right? The student is the penguin on the right side, saying "I love Tess". Tess is my sister -- why her first graders know and use her first name I have no idea. My sister is the penguin on the right.

With a fish in her stomach.

Ahem.

Does that look like a fish to you?

Somehow I don't think this one made it into the class book...

Things That Make Me Twitch

*the dentist. Thinking about it, hearing about it, the whole idea of it. Just....ick.


*Adult women with long hair who wear pigtails. I have no explanation for this, but it makes me crazy. Pigtails are no longer okay once your age reaches double digits...especially when the first of those digits isn't 1.


*Knee socks. I can't see them without having some sort of late 90's Britney Spears flashback.


*Crocs. I HATE those things. Why, you ask? I have no explanation for that either. But that doesn't keep me from hating them anyway. Hey, I never claimed to make sense.


*The fact that I can't run across The Bachelor on TV without watching. I just love that stupid show. But why? They never almost never end up together in the end. And yet I watch. Even when I know what happens in the end, I watch. The current marathon on VH1 is NOT good for my productivity. A not so interesting factoid? Even though I love The Bachelor, I have a somewhat intense dislike for The Bachelorette.


*The fact that although Bennett is very difficult to understand speech-wise, one of the things that he can say with startling clarity is BOOBS. Which is usually exclaimed while attempting to poke mine. Just to see if they are still there. Or to offer up a quick anatomy lesson. Or whatever. Which only seems to happen while in a check out lane at Target or the library or some other place where everyone else is mostly silent and I am unable to shrivel up and die hide from the chuckles of strangers.


*Doing dishes. It's actually not even the washing of dishes that is the issue. It's that I don't like putting them away. That's right, my issue isn't with the dirty dishes....it's with the clean ones.