This is where Boss would do a fist pump and yell "bring it!" but I will merely stare menacingly at the computer and click the "publish" button.
Blogger, I win this time. Rematch next month?
March 2013 Teeny Pretty-Paper-Picture-Story Pages
|Boss used the blurry thing on this page too. Boss has rules about publishing all the names of the teachers on the internets. The rules are 1) do not do it, and 2) always follow rule number one.|
So there you go. Just as Boss promised, the worrying over the "cancer" word was not necessary after all. And life continues to happen anyway. And, as of last Saturday... all the truffles are gone. I am sad about that. I did not get a single one. But Boss says it is not her fault as the mom-of-Boss said to not share them with me. I think that woman hates me. Good thing she is married to Mr. Larry. All the cookies he gives me makes up for the poor behavior of mom-of-Boss. Maybe. I think Mr. Larry owes me now. That was a lot of truffles to not get to eat.