Katie and I had a heated discussion the night before last. We were sitting on the couch watching Jon Stewart when she noticed a large, apparently cancerous growth sticking out of the bottom of my foot. She asked what the big lump in my sock was. "That's my toe," I responded, nonplussed. I had crossed my first and second toes, causing a lump to protrude from the bottom of my sock. Katie was quite alarmed. "You can cross your toes?" "Sure, can't you? Everyone can cross their toes!" "Of course I can't cross my toes. Who can cross their toes?" And I confirmed that Katie could not, in fact, cross her toes. Even manipulating her toes with my fingers, I could not get her toes to stay crossed. She just has very short toes. That led, of course, into a discussion of who was the freak. Were my long, crossable toes abnormal, or were her stubby, uncrossable phalanges the outliers? In case you're confused, here are some pictures. First, of my v
Dear Mummy,
ReplyDeleteOlive you. Grapes forgive me for: archery, insects, cousin-it and ving.
Your son, JMANDRESEN.
Do I win?
SUK IT TINA...
ReplyDeleteDear [Deer] Mummy,
I love you [olive u]. Please [peas] forgive [4 gift] me [do,re,me] for misbehaving [miss bee hay v ring-r=ing]
Your [y oar] son [sun],
jmandresen.
What did you do? And how old were you?
Very nice, Missy! You are correct. Time has happily cleansed my brain of the sordid details regarding my erstwhile transgression. The time period would be late elementary school, probably 4th or 5th grade.
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ReplyDeleteI like Missy's answer. I couldn't make out a couple items. I was stuck with "Dear egg" and "forgive me for [archery] + behaving" which didn't make sense...
ReplyDelete"Eyed egg"?!? That's creepier than the mummy.
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