Ok so check it out. When I was about 14 I had a 3 page homework assignment. My mother spilled tea on one of the pages. My dog chewed up the second page, and as I was pulling out the last page, right outside the classroom, the wind blew away my only remaining proof that I'd done the assignment at all.
I walked in. The teacher said, "Do you have your homework?" I could certainly have truthfully answered, "Well my mom spilled tea on it, the dog ate it...and the wind blew it away."
I said, "No"--And left it at that.
She let me make it up after school...and then I told her the truth. She may still be laughing to this day.
~FK
--- In vpFREE@yahoogroups.com, "bobbartop" <bobbartop@...> wrote:
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> This is probably too much information, but I just got home from the casino. The last two years I have kept all notes and records of video poker play in a hardbound log book. Earlier today I made the mistake of leaving it next to my recliner chair, on the floor.
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> Got home just now, and as I approached the book, it looked funny, brown color. I'm thinking, what happened? Did cat use it as a scratching post and shred it down to the cardboard? Nope, that's not it. I reach down, and realize what it is as I am about to pick it up. It's just covered, I say COVERED, with cat vomit. I mean, I'm used to cat vomit, no biggie. But of all the places in this house to dump his dinner, and he had to pick that spot specifically?
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> Let this be a lesson to me. After I go to the store tomorrow and buy a new one, don't EVER leave it where it is "accessible".
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