Brandi's sandwich.
Jasmine's Kool-aid.
Georgie's brain?
This is just the beginning of a long list of things lost today at lunch.
Brandi's sandwich: Brandi stands up. I pick up the sandwich to ask for a bite. Next thing I know, there's a fist in my back and a fierce: "Put it down!". This is what I get for asking...a bruise. But I got a bite...or three...anyways ;)
Jasmine's Kool-aid: Jasmine gets something stolen almost every day...but USUALLY it gets returned. Not if you give it to Tim...only seconds before the interrogation, the only thing I could hear was: "I need a draaank! Anybody got some quartahs?!" After a unanimous: "NO, TIM!", came a single: "where's my kool-aid??". The whole table was questioned & patted down but to no avail...but Tim's face spoke otherwise. And the empty kool-aid packet he pulled out of his pocket agreed with the smirk on his face.
"Jasmine, look in the trash..."
"WHO threw away my kool-aid?!"
and then the chase. But it was too funny to be angry for long.
And last but not least: Georgie. and the rake. Actually, let me back it up...Brandi, Hannah, Noah, and I were enjoying the weather outside, dancing about, minding our business when Jasmine and the Nieminions appeared. They advanced on us slowly and joined our conversation...well, two of them did. The OTHER one, (Georgie) picked up a rake and began to mess up the leaves and pine needles in the area. And then it happened. SOMEONE was bound to say SOMETHING dumb sooner or later, and today it happened to be Brandi:
"Georgie, you should be used to hard work...your ancestors are African!"
Georgie's head whipped around to Brandi and almost instantaneously the rake was in the air, and Brandi running across the parking lot with Georgie (and the rake) hot on her heels. Georgie soon gave up and returned to the rest of us, who were ROFLAPOP (I'll let you translate that however you so please). Brandi made her way back slowly, and Georgie made the appearance of a truce by advancing on Brandi, rake slung over her shoulder, only one word coming from her mouth...a word that no one understood, but apparently it meant something similar to ambush. Just as the word escaped her lips, Georgie pounced, and Brandi ran. And we laughed.
This is why none of us take P.E.
Because the people involved are usually running, and the rest of us are laughing so hard we may as well all have 8-packs.
This is why none of us take P.E.
Because the people involved are usually running, and the rest of us are laughing so hard we may as well all have 8-packs.
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