It’s Friday, and THANK GOD it’s Friday, because it means I can direct you elsewhere. And some Fridays I think, “This is kind of a cop-out, writing about what I ate this week or how much I hate my elliptical or how many closets I’ve cleaned, because nobody cares about that,” but this Friday is different.
This Friday, the alternative to directing you to my scintillating Five Full Plates post about switching to cloth napkins and such is to relive the horror of Monkey’s retelling of the “you and your body” talks they’ve been having at school this week, or to share the “anti-drug education” that’s happening at the middle school at the same time.
[Hint: "Someone asked if you can have sex with a doorknob. I'M NOT KIDDING." Another hint: "Someone on the bus had something that looked like dried grass rolled up in a little tube of white paper. Why is that?" It's almost like public school is just daring me now, I swear.]
So. Napkins! Napkins are nice and boring. And don’t make my head explode. Hooray!