Oh, I’m tellin’ on Momma today!
Upon perusing my 6th grade school journal some more, I discovered this little snippet:
(For the record, it’s taking everything in me not to fix the punctuational, grammatical and spelling errors. I’d like to thank my English teachers for never giving up on me.)
When we had s>n<ow I was rejoicing. I
wh went out in my yard to play. I had on rollar skates. I nearly killed my self but thats o.k. When I came in my mom let me have hot chocolate. I filled the cup it to the brim. When I took it out of the microwave I put the chocolate stuff in the cup I had it so full my cup over flowed. I went to slurp some out and my hair got all in it. My mom called my Grandma and said I was wished on her. Grandma wished my mom had [a] child 3 times a dingaling as she was. I guess that’s me.
A dingaling, eh? EHHH?
Well, it’s hard to argue with that.