The next couple of days look like they are going to be pretty busy, so I took the time last night to prepare something to entertain you in case I couldn’t be around. Once again, I invite you to stop by, The Grownups Wanted Us Dead, and enjoy a bit of getting even. On occasion, we gave the grownups reason to want us dead:
We complained. We wrote letters. We walked around blue-kneed and frozen. It mattered not. The powers that be were male and they had never stood outside in 20 degree weather while the wind blew up their skirts. What did they care how cold we were?
Super heroes are made, not born. Their inhumanity called forth: The Resistance Leader.
Sometimes adults are not very bright.
Indeed — now that I am one I’ve discovered I am not near as bright as I once thought.
and, may i just say, that story is fantastic! i have a whole new level of regard and/or respect for you, Quilldancer. well done! xox
Quilly, just one more reason you are one of my heros!
you are so right
Neva & Jan — please don’t go thinking I’m all that. Dang, I better write a few more stories about being a dunce.
Mutley — sometimes
No one expects the Spanish Inquisition!
It was a dark and stormy night…
Hats off to you, Mrs. Nesbit.
G, Tsduff, & Neva — but does it taste like Tang?