I’m one tough cookie

So I have decided to answer the question of the day today. The question was: what's the worst restaurant experience. Something like that. So here it is:

One day my family was at Village Inn and my dad started putting green beans in his ears and acting like an idiot in general. Which reminds me of another story relating to my dad. I actually thought about it as I was walking back from math and started laughing to myself. People likely thought I was a pyscho but since I don't know those people I honestly don't care.

I need to go to the store tomorrow. I better figure that out. I made oat bran muffins yesterday. They turned out well and I had some for breakfast.

Tonight I watched the Winnie the Pooh movie with Elisabeth. We were discussing whom everyone in our pod was. I am a mixture of Piglet, Rabbit, and Kanga. I'm okay with that though sometimes I'd much rather be Tigger. But I like Kanga so it's all good.

Got an 84% (maybe an 86) on my math quiz. I think I'll get a B in the class overall. But we'll see, maybe I can pull As on the rest of the quizzes/test.

Lesson of the day: If you're feeling bad it's pretty likely that someone else is feeling the same way. So don't get down, just find that person and talk about your feelings. It's okay to cuss every once and a while and punch a couch. Just don't punch me.

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3 thoughts on “I’m one tough cookie

  1. No worries Dad, I think they already knew you were an idiot. πŸ˜› I was just emphazing the fact for them.
    No, the story had to do with lips actually. I completely forgot about the fence one!

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