A similar incident happened at camp when I was about the same age, where everyone congregated in disbelief around an apparent turd in the pool. Of course someone eventually picked it up and ate it, causing a few seconds of tumult. I've since been told it was done in Caddyshack, which I've never seen. And then I found five dollars at the bottom of the pool.
1: You should see Caddyshack. I've got a pool and a pond, glowingquaddamage. The pond would be good for you.
Another reason why I love my job: today is Pajama Day at the office. Seriously.
You know, I completely forgot about it until I was already halfway here. I don't really have all my mental pistons firing until the third cup of coffee.
Is it PJ Day because it's April Fool's Day? Because it's Friday? Just 'cause?
That reminds me of Spirit Week at my high school, when every day had a theme (dress like the '60s day!, etc). I found it kind of stressful. But Pajama Day, that I could handle.
Hawaiian Punch's daycare has a theme week like that, periodically. Jammies and I took it really seriously, and she walked away with like four out of the five certificates - Best Hawaiian Day, Best Cowboy/girl/person Day, Pajamas to school Day, and I forget what else. I don't think we won Pajama Day, actually.
I should say that the certificates were awarded per room, so we dominated the baby room last year. Not school-wide.
9: Best I can tell, just because. Both C's daycare and N's elementary school have pajama days occasionally, and holy shit but the kids get excited about it.
With experiences like in the OP, no wonder you're disconcertingly normal.
Jammies and I took it really seriously, and she walked away with like four out of the five certificates
I'm unsurprised by either part of this sentence, given that you've mentioned dressing up in prom outfits and hitting the local Applebees, or somesuch.
This could have made for a great post on your other blog, "Hyperbole and a Half".
My eight-year-old does not have the initiative to pull off anything like the Saran wrap stunt. I suppose in one respect, this is a blessing.
It was Heebie's older brothers who did this, not eight-year-old Heebie.
The fact that Heebie had a slew of much older brothers gave her a bit of an advantage in this sort of thing, I'm guessing.
15: Now that you mention it, I feel like I've borrowed her pacing for story-telling. I do think she generally has fantastic pacing, but stealing it was unintentional.
A similar stunt happened at Small College. A couple of second-year-men stayed up late in the college kitchen one night making a similar mixture. When they were finished, they put it on a plate, put it under plastic wrap, and left it in the fridge with a note to the staff cook that said, "Hey Bob, Here's some shit. Love, Stephen." Neither of them, of course, was Stephen.
The next morning hapless Stephen checked his campus mailbox to find the log in the plastic (no plate) with a note that said "Stephen -- Eat shit and die -- Bob."
I assumed this would kick off a thread of past pranks people have pulled. But it seems not.
This is a delightful tale, heebie.
I was going to pee in my bed tonight, but this song has convinced me I shouldn't.
Kinda like the Osmonds covering the Happy Mondays.
Harro-update: I expect to be in SFO around 1755 hours tomorrow. I'm staying at the Phoenix before the Palo Alto event proper starts.
On this date in 1995, I rode my motorcycle up a plank into the packed U-Haul and lashed it down. Then I headed to L.A. to join the DE in a new life together. What a long strange trip it's been!
I did the standard suite of pranks to my little brother (e.g., huge quantities of toothpaste and shaving cream on face and hands followed by a thread to tickle the skin).
a thread to tickle the skin
That's the internet I'm sticking around for!
22: Such pranks fall into the category of "m-fun" which the rest of the dour commentariat have never attempted.
This is an especially cruel hoax, with extra double-reverse added cruelty for AWB.
29: Hope that the anniversary feels good rather than sad.
For one of my co-workers it's the anniversary of her Mom's death. She called her grandmother from the office to let her know that she was thinking of her. Her grandmother is at the first stages of dementia and can't really remember her own daughter's name.