Be-Fri

Guess who's coming to dinner ... and breakfast and lunch, too, for the next few days? My BFF, Mrs. Jay. I'm very excited to spend some time with her and her trio of adorable boys, although housing them in our 900-square-foot bungalow* might drive them crazy.

In honor of her trip, I've decided to share one of our classic memories:

One day after school, Mrs. Jay and I (along with brookegfunk and her former boyfriend, who shall remain nameless) decided to head back across the street to our high school and have a swim in the fountain. Originally constructed in honor of students who had died, the fountain only worked for a few months of our entire HHS career, but this happened to be during that time, so we thought we'd take a dip in its unnaturally blue water. After chillaxing for a few minutes, we realized the water was both heavily chlorinated and dyed blue. Our clothes - we had neglected to wear swimsuits - were spotted with blue and white stains. Just then, a school janitor found us and came to berate us about our unsanctioned swim. Nervous, we jumped up and did what any honest youth would: we stole his janitor cart. We took off at a speedy 10 mph, but ended up crashing into a wall. Thankfully, no damage was done, but we had to take off and seek refuge in the choir room for a few hours to make sure the coast was clear. It wasn't; we were confronted by some security guards while trying to cross the street. The others took off running, leaving me to fend for myself. I may or may not have lied.

The end.

Wow, that didn't sound as cool on computer screen as I remembered it, but I will be interviewing Mrs. Jay tomorrow for my daily post, which should be engaging.

Any question suggestions?


* Did calling my apartment a bungalow make it sound more quaint?