So, I did my author project on Mo Willems, and I wrote it as though the pigeon was writing it. We had to do summaries for three books. THis is the what pigeon wrote for "Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus."
The one! The only! The original! A tale of oppression and pigeon-ism, this harrowing tale tells of a bird with a dream of driving the bus. A pigeon on a mission, he does everything to try to get you to let him drive the bus, but to no avail. The cards are just stacked against him too high. The pigeon accepts his fate (for now) and decides to daydream about driving a semi-truck. (This book made me a celebrity and should be read every day.)
that's awesome Aimee. Now I need to read the book again.
I do not love mine.
Well, as the man says, "This ain't Aruba, bitch."
But I wish I could erase my dad, download a heart and put him back together again.
Since that's all he's offering me with my computer problem.
No wonder he fears dying...hell will do that.
I should just call Stepmonster and tell her that I know all about her Super-Sekrit Stomach Staple, and the fact that he cracks up laughing and says she'd be fine if she lost another hundred pounds.
Then she'll kill him.
Then I can get a P.C. out of the estate and have cake.
Which she won't have in the lockup for the criminally insane.
"...and, at the moment, my lungs!!"
I can fly in whooping cough for a back up, if you need.
(They don't need to know I am not infectious through careful use of Zithromax and staying the hell away from other people until it was safe.)
I can fly in whooping cough for a back up, if you need.
You know, I keep thinking that that's really all that's missing in this little fun collection. I mean, think of the stories I could tell if only I could add whooping cough to that list!
I mean, think of the stories I could tell if only I could add whooping cough to that list!
It's really not getting any unfunnier. Except where people in other places seem to have it too. That really is awful.
But when I was the only person I knew who'd ever had whooping cough?
They don't need to know I am not infectious
Yay, team Half-Pint. Glad to know you are on the mend.
Half-Pint
Ha!
I'm not ever living this one down, I know.
At least I find it every bit as hysterical as my friends do.
one of the good things about the Firefly marathon on Scifi is the long commercial breaks. Plenty of time to do a chore while watching
Ok...so in some good news for the day, I just heard back from the English Honors Thesis Seminar prof from last semester. He approved my paper and "can't wait to see how I apply it to the [transcript portion I chose]."
YAY!
