I don't have anything to say about it. It just happens to be today. I will observe that, if I retire in 947 days my last day of work will also be Friday the Thirteenth. Nothing has occurred this week to alter that date, btw.
On Monday I was thinking about using "Bad Puns" as this week's topic, and I had one, but damned if I can remember it now. But bad jokes (mainly puns) have been on my mind lately. I have decided that the American Sense of Humor reaches its pinnacle in the sixth grade. If you can make a sixth grade boy blow milk out his nose, and a sixth grade girl look at you as though you have three heads (in the particularly snarky way that only a sixth grade girl can) you have achieved the comedic equivalent of the Nobel Prize.
So I will now, for the first time, actually solicit comments to my blog. I want y'all to help me build a Sixth Grade Reading List. To some of you my meaning may be obvious, but to stimulate thinking for the rest of you I will just mention the collected works of Isaac Perceval Freely. Just submit your most fondly remembered titles and authors using the Comment button below.
I can retire in 947 days. Get off my lawn.
I remember reading Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn at that age. I really enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteI was thinking more along the lines of "Books Never Written" from "Think and Grin." (Only the ones that Boy's Life would never publish.)
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