July 2011
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I found my harmonica!
Just letting you all know, this is a big deal mainly because for some years now I’ve been constantly going, “I know I had a harmonica, it has to be in this house somewhere, there’s no way I lost that harmonica, it’s upstairs in a box somewhere I know it is,” and now I have at last been proven right!
I climbed up to the attic looking for something which I have now...
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in which I overhear nine-year-olds telling each...
L: ...so then they go to look at the master bedroom--
G: Wait, stop, I have to tell you. Did you know that in the colonial times, in your bedroom, if you were rich, so that you didn't have to go outside to the bathroom in the middle of the night, they would have a chair that was also a toilet?
L: That's kind of disgusting.
G: BUT AWESOME.
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L: ...and they walk over to the bed and--
G: Let me guess, the ghost is right there in the middle of the bed, like, HEY EVERYBODY, MY NAME'S BOBBY!
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“Here lies Brenna - she died because of a watermelon.”
– the kids’ silhouette project somehow turned into an elaborate zombie scene with meticulously epitaphed gravestones (my favorite part of eight-to-ten-year-old children is when they suddenly develop a sense of humor and it’s ridiculous beyond all belief) 