My father did something unusual. He dressed up as Hagar the Horrible (cartoon viking character), with a black and silver outfit, hat, fake black moustache, and carried a plunger wrapped in aluminum foil. I don't know if he and Mom attended a party, since Mom hadn't worn a costume, and neither did the friends whose house we went to!
Mrs M had encouraged our class to make our own costumes, but since I didn't have a clue what to do, I figured my dad had mine covered, so I went as a skeleton. My sister was Mickey Mouse, and friend A was a clown.
In class, we were learning our multiplcation tables and Mrs. M was dearly trying to remove the word 'ain't' from our vocabularies. She refused to answer anyone who used the word, and soon even I had quit using it.
"There ain't no such word as ain't, 'cause the teacher says there ain't!"
Yesterday's post seemed to be well received, and hopefully I'll hear soon whether or not Kabbage chose to promote my post.
Karaoke songs for tomorrow:
Hit Me with your Best Shot-Pat Benetar
Hold My Hand-Hootie and the Blowfish
Hold On-Wilson Phillips