Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Escargot

We lived in a very nice rental house with my mom at one point in high school.  For some weird reason, though, if you went into the kitchen in the middle of the night, there would be as many as eight slugs oozing across the floor.  The dishwasher was usually running at that point, so I don't kow if that had something to do with it.  It was totally mysterious.

 

SLIS translations:  We didn't have vocabulary.  I hate vocabulary.  I don't think I can last through these next thirty days.  I wish we were still in Foods class.  I wish it was last year.  Last year at this time was so fun.  Right now we would be making our burnt bacon, gray eggs, chewy orange juice, and flat biscuits.  H would be saying, I'll eat it!"  It would be gross, but fun. 

As you can see, I've always been sentimental.  At fifteen, I'm reminiscing about being fourteen.

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