She bounced out the door,
with only two feet on the floor,
if that –
for she was surely testing the limits of gravity – 24 more words
The Dog Ate My Homework by Robin Trimingham
The dog ate my homework, aka this weeks article. Honest, he did.
OK, perhaps I fib, but I figure that it is fair to blame him because over the past four years he has eaten just about everything else including: an entire tube of cortisone cream, a wax candle, my blackberry case, my blackberry, 3 belts (or was it four?), the air conditioning remote, the TV remote, yellow boxer shorts, countless pens, an entire box of Godiva chocolate (on Christmas eve no less – dog fine, carpet not so much), two black pumps (from different pairs of shoes naturally), several sticks, a ruler, an entire rubber bathmat, most of a Venetian blind (he still swears that this was all in a vain attempt to save me from a fly), countless brown paper bags, and a couple dozen egg cartons. 195 more words