Flexible Friday #12 Back to School

It’s Flexible Friday and I decided to provide you with flexible choices for your reading pleasure.

Because as I like to remind my friends…

I am the most flexible one in the group!

If you like choices, be sure to read all the way to the end. If not, skim and move on.

For those of you who really don’t care about my basement renovation, flood, fire, when the locusts are coming or why I take Xanax, I totally understand.

So I provide you with this little funny instead…

Even though Georgia started school in August, I realize for many parts of the country, this was the first week of school. Kind of old-fashioned. After Labor Day. The way I remember it…

Close to Home Back to School cartoon

Close To Home© John McPherson

Anybody think their kid has been traded like this?

I’m pretty sure Scary Baby was on the trading table this year. She thinks a neighbor teacher traded her. No hard feelings…I really can’t blame her…in case she ever reads the blog. ;)

If you are one of the very few gluttons who still want to read about the fire and subsequent medicated moment, you have a choice and can click either or both of the links below:

Flood, Fire & Locusts, Part Three

Flood, Fire & Locusts, Part Four

These will not show up as regular posts so this is the private and kind of secret entrance to read “the rest of the story.”

Have a wonderful weekend!

The End

THE END.

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  • We asked Dad if we could have a trampoline, but he said no, that they were too dangerous and too expensive. But then we went and talked to the trampoline salesman at the store, and he said they weren't too expensive or dangerous. I think I'm still sorta mad at Dad for lying to us like that.

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