You can’t read this - or can you?

I got the axe.

I was taken to the gallows pole.

They pulled my plug.

I no longer appear to exist.

They took away my voice - at least over the airwaves.

 That won’t stop me. 

BWAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

 PEACE!

I found this to be particularly insightful and amusing. Perhaps it’s real - I’m guessing no - but it is funny….

Apparently, a classroom teacher was a bit surprised to get the following picture one of her pupils drew to share with the class:

Needless to say, the teacher was a bit taken back by this image, so she sent a note home with the picture, hoping the next day might provide some clarity:

(Here’s the reply the teacher received the following day)

Dear Mrs. Jones,I wish to clarify that I am not now, nor have I ever been, an exotic dancer. I work at Home Depot and I told my daughter how hectic it was last week before the blizzard hit. I told her we sold out every single shovel we had, and then I found one more in the back room, and that several people were fighting over who would get it. Her picture doesn’t show me dancing around a pole. It’s supposed to depict me selling the last snow shovel we had at Home Depot.From now on I will remember to check her homework more thoroughly before she turns it in. Sincerely,Mrs. Smith   

The kitchen table is where a number of significant life moments take place in my home.

It’s also the place where some of the more insightful, and lighthearted situations arise as well. There are occasions where I wonder just what conversations are taking place at the kitchen table when I’m not around, as is evident in this exchange Gillian and I had over this morning’s ham and eggs:

 Pardon my cell phone’s video quality…