A Candy Colored Clown...
We'll call Miss Bethie. Yesterday was the 8th grade graduation ceremony, errr...excuse me, promotion ceremony, as the administrators prefer to call it, followed by a day of fun and games for the kiddos.
The two 8th grade teams planned everything, and had it approved by the administrators. Unfortunately, there was a glitch. The room we were going to use to show Napolean Dynamite (YES!) was full of computer parts and not usable. No big schmoe. I am flexible. I was to chaperone that group, while some people chaperoned the dance, the wiffleball game, the basketball court and various other outside activities. (We planned this way to keep me out of the sun, and our tanners in the sun).
Have I mentioned how fair I am? No, not fair as in the way I discipline the kiddos and grade assignments--well, yes, that too, but I am white. (Although, I think anyone who has seem me dance will also agree that I have rhythm, thank you very much!) They put me on basketball duty--all 4'11" of me--and set me out in the sun.
I now have a fucia nose with a matching forehead and cheeks. Bad enough, HOWEVER, because of the way the court is situated, it isn't an even burn, I mean, tan. Top it with my red frizzed hair, which normally just makes me look like a Hobbit, and you have one fine looking specimen or womanhood, lemme tell ya!
Maybe it is a good thing the convertible conked out on me. The sun, despite my best efforts, really isn't my friend!
The two 8th grade teams planned everything, and had it approved by the administrators. Unfortunately, there was a glitch. The room we were going to use to show Napolean Dynamite (YES!) was full of computer parts and not usable. No big schmoe. I am flexible. I was to chaperone that group, while some people chaperoned the dance, the wiffleball game, the basketball court and various other outside activities. (We planned this way to keep me out of the sun, and our tanners in the sun).
Have I mentioned how fair I am? No, not fair as in the way I discipline the kiddos and grade assignments--well, yes, that too, but I am white. (Although, I think anyone who has seem me dance will also agree that I have rhythm, thank you very much!) They put me on basketball duty--all 4'11" of me--and set me out in the sun.
I now have a fucia nose with a matching forehead and cheeks. Bad enough, HOWEVER, because of the way the court is situated, it isn't an even burn, I mean, tan. Top it with my red frizzed hair, which normally just makes me look like a Hobbit, and you have one fine looking specimen or womanhood, lemme tell ya!
Maybe it is a good thing the convertible conked out on me. The sun, despite my best efforts, really isn't my friend!
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