Renn stopped by my sick den and gave me a gift from the lion's den.

SICKSICKSICKSICKSICKSICKSICKSICKSICK

I AM A PRISONER! In my own body.
And I can't wait to be set free.

Woman and her Cat - A Story

All was quiet...

Until Erin pretended to play the flute. Little did we know, Tony HATES the flute.

To our amusement, he yelled and yelled and eventually went in for a chomp on her arm.

Later, he reflected on his behavior and perhaps wondered where such fierce, jungle-like instincts come from.

Lucky for me, he doesn't know I played flute in the high school band.

The End

Suttons Bay Represent

Mr. B. Middle School Science. A legend, really.
Would roll up his tie and stuff the whole thing in his mouth. It was in his class that I watched a fellow student take his own braces off with a spoon, bracket by bracket.

Mr. Trudeau. Algebra/Geometry. Busted for knockin' boots with a senior.
To his credit, said student and he have now been married for years and have multiple babies. And he was in his early 20's at the time.
We were told he was out for "knee surgery." Came back to work on crutches. The joking and snickering were relentless and never ending. And boy, he would blush like I never knew possible. Deep, crimson red blushing.

Mr. Arvo. Fifth grade homeroom. Favorite saying: "You're yanking my chain."
Would take away recess privileges to make us write out the constitution. In cursive. Nailed me in the face with a softball. Laughed and told me to "walk it off." Now the elementary school principal. Poor little wee ones.

Mr. Pasch. Middle School Typing... ON TYPEWRITERS.
I think he has something like thirteen kids. A good guy, but get em' snipped man!

Mr. Periard. Current Events. Never without his laser pointer.
Sent me into the hallway to "count bricks" at least once a week. Claimed I was trying to get attention when I would do things like put my hair in a bun or sniffle. Please. I wonder if he still drives a Tracker.

Mr. Curtis. History. Khaki Dockers. Enough said.

Mr. Capron. Chemistry. This guy lives for science. Can you tell?

And last but not least, Mr. Tropf. "High" School Biology. Ex champion baller. One of my favorites.
A lot of laughs and a lot of shooting the shit. We got away with murder in his classes.
Schooooooooooooooooooooooooooools out forEVER!

Or is it???

Glass Eyes

Wish List

Gimme.

Dude, are those balls tattooed above his nose???
In other news, I am afraid of Adam's apples.

To the nines!

Advanced style for the more advanced in age.
My new favorite website.
Good find, Jess, good find.
Give it 50 years for Hannah to make an appearance wearing every piece of jewelry she owns and walking her cat on a rhinestone leash.

3/3

Growing old, striking gold, burning bowls, etc....

Not necessarily in that order.

Left and right of the moon