Connect the Dots. Who would have thought that hours of mindless dot connecting would not provide me with a cornucopia of brilliance into my adulthood.
Square Dancing Am I missing something here? Why did they teach me to be barnfolk?
The Color Wheel It was not conductive to my life of not caring ever about colors
Red Rover My back, arms and neck still hurt from that one. "Red Rover, Red Rover send Tracie right over so we can clothesline her and leave her scarred for life physically, mentally and emotionally because she cannot break through our lineup of 6 foot third grade boys all destined to play professional football by the 4th grade."
Rotary Phone Usage Pick up the phone. Dial. Then, while you are at it hang up and join the rest of us in the 21st century.
I have to say that while I was in the third grade, I had hopeful projections for myself. Even though I am 40 years old now and unemployed, I suppose that I cannot implicate the third grade in the failing stages of my life. Now if you will excuse me, I have some dots to go connect.
I can't get enough of your stories. Nice start to my day!
ReplyDelete"I connect ALL of the dots!" LOL
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of so much more than that, including sand art. Sand should never be art:( Funny story, though.
ReplyDeleteYou are clever like a fox! So funny!
ReplyDeleteThanks for making the world smile:))
ReplyDeleteJust started reading your blog. So funny!
ReplyDeleteThanks, I hope you subscribe or follow to continue getting the stories. My goal is to continue improving...thanks again for the compliment! Things are going great!
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