I dreamed a scent last night. Specifically, dog poop. Most of the dream had fizzled when I awoke; all I remember is that someone tracked dog poop into Callum's room. I could smell it in my dream. Either that or my bedmate farted. I'm pretty sure it was the dream though. Chris, Callum, and I spent part of yesterday afternoon at the park barking at dogs and their owners, most of whom had a plastic bag tucked in a pocket.
Word's auto-correct function kicked my butt - at work. How would you complete this sentence? "...encourage teachers to demonstrate their ______ for science."
I meant to type "excitement" in the blank.
I typed something that was not "excitement."
Word auto-corrected to "excrement."
The fun never ends around here.
Your Dreiling side is coming out with all these poop stories. Grandma D would be proud :-)
ReplyDeleteYour Dad would be proud, too:)
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