My nine-year-old read my last post, and informed me that even if Daddy read it, he'd figure out what we got him. Yes, I guess he would. I didn't think of that.
I just turned 50. Wow, that's old. In an effort to feel like a kid again, I got my ear cartilage pierced. It worked. When my mom saw it, she grounded me. But no one told me that my ear would be so sore so long afterwards. If they did, I might have opted for the tatoo after all...
Quotes from my favorite movie: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
Mr. Wonka: My dear boy, I promise you they'll be quite all right. When they leave here, they'll be completely restored to their normal, terrible old selves. But maybe they'll be a little bit wiser for the wear.
Mr. Wonka: Oh, you can't get out backwards. You've got to go forwards to go back, better press on.
Mr. Wonka: But Charlie, don't forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he ever wanted: He lived happily ever after
Mr. Wonka: So much time and so little to do. Wait a minute. Strike that. Reverse it.
Mr. Wonka: We are the music makers... and we are the dreamers of dreams.
Mr. Turkentine: I've just decided to switch our Friday schedule to Monday, which means that the test we take each Friday on what we learned during the week will now take place on Monday before we've learned it. But since today is Tuesday, it doesn't matter in the slightest.
Mr. Turkentine: Of course you don't know. You don't know because only I know. If you knew and I didn't know, then you'd be teaching me instead of me teaching you - and for a student to be teaching his teacher is presumptuous and rude. Do I make myself clear?
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