I just dumped the remainder of the hair dye into my head and combed it through, which resulted in a day-glo orange mess. If it gets even a fourth of the way to that colour i’ll be impressed. Gina is counseling me on how to actually get my hair to be red… no one will recognize me on friday morning.
“I think the mouse is in the closet…”
“We have a gay mouse?”
“Well, most of my friends think you’re gay, so…”
It was at that point that i smacked Matt (aka Ethlin) with a flip-flop i was wielding against our new rodent f
riend. I think Amy (aka Zooey) was standing on the couch at that point, although i had offered her my stool. That was about the extent of the action, except for when i moved all of our stuff into the middle of the room to make sure the mouse wasn’t hiding behind anything.
Once, in 1st grade, we were assigned to do our writing homework on that wide-lined loose-leaf paper that children use. In my class there was a quiet and studious girl who may have been named Clarissa. She had the straightest brown hair i’ve ever seen. On that day she turned in her writing assignment and the teacher smiled. Clarissa had unexpectedly run out of loose-leaf the night before and so she erased her entire last assignment and used the paper over again for her homework. She always wrote lightly, so erasing a wasn’t a hard thing to do.
There’s a lesson in there somewhere.