120. Miss Cunningham
I didn’t push her into the dryer; I clumsily bumped into her on my way to the stove. Didn’t matter, I was relegated to Home Ec hell - sewing on paper, critiques of my vegetables – until I escaped to shop.
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I didn’t push her into the dryer; I clumsily bumped into her on my way to the stove. Didn’t matter, I was relegated to Home Ec hell - sewing on paper, critiques of my vegetables – until I escaped to shop.
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Ah yes the joys of shop class. Always a cool place to be.
Posted by: lisa | July 31, 2006 05:56 AM