The husband and I went to open house at the middle school last night. We were treated to the worst psychic show ever, as the math teacher tried to figure out whose parents she was looking at. "Your eyes, your eyes look familiar," and it just got more uncomfortable from there, as she was unable to figure out the first six people she tried. When she got to us I asked if she'd just like me to tell her who my child was to save her the trouble. That was a "yes". Please note the sign we saw later on our way out...
Um, have you smelled middle school aged girls after a decent workout? Are they expected to change in the hall?
See that speck in the middle of the photo?
That is the loaf of bread I had just brought home, and THAT is one of the two bugs that was flying around inside of it. Guess I didn't need the lunch meat! GROSS!
I had to pull the car right over to photograph this marvel in lawn ornament overachiever-ness!
On that note, because really...how do you follow that?
Thanks for hosting the Random, Stacy!