It Smells Like Up-dog In Here

Just kidding. Anyway, there's nothing really exciting going on here. My dad's in Washington D.C. for who knows what. Either for business or a golf tournament. I'm sick, so I will have to make up for three honors classes, then I'll have to come in at seven thirty on Thursday and run for fifteen minutes with a too-tight heart rate monitor on. Fun, fun! Kya, my cousin, came up to our house with her boyfriend the other day and we all loved seeing her. That's just about it.

Oh, and this is my new, favorite, and true story.

Concerned when one of his most
reliable workers doesn't
show up, the boss calls the
employee's home. The phone
is answered by a giggling child.

"Is your dad home?" the boss
asks.

"Yes."

"May I speak to him?"

"No."

"Well, can I speak to your mom?"

"No. She's with the policeman."

Alarmed, the boss says, "Gosh.
Well then, may I speak with the
policeman?"

"No. He's busy talking to the man
in the helicopter that's bringing in
the search team."

"My goodness!" says the boss, now
really worried. "What are they
searching for?"

"Me," the kid chortles.

-Denise Stewart

Ha. Ha. If you're not laughing, there's something wrong with you.

P.S. Here's a shout out to Derick, Jamie, Avery, Live, and Lucy. Love you guys!