![]() It says Top Eight Reasons Not To Get a Dog.” “Top Eight Reasons Not To Eat a Dog,” I read. “These kids are hilarious,” I added as I swallowed a piece of phlegm the size of a brick. My husband looked up from his book on the Gulag. Imagine a tubercular audience member wheezing her way through a Russell Peters set now imagine something not-so-extreme. Top 7 Reasons We Should Get Rid of Country Music.Top 8 Scenarios the Athletic Butt Slap Is Not Appropriate.Top 5 Things You Should Never Do Before a Class Picture.Top 8 Things Overheard in a Boys’ Bathroom.The ones I listed off included the following: Two nights ago, I was reading some of the titles of the top ten assignments to my husband. Their penultimate assignment was to write a either a rant (loosely modeled on Knox McCoy’s Things That Piss Me Off: Abusers of the Migraine Label) or a Top 10-ish list (loosely based on Clay Morgan’s 16 Reasons To Love or Leave Canada). My Grade 8 students are near the end of a humour unit. ![]() Suffice it to say that my brain has been one gig short of a gigabyte. I’ve been sick this week, not from eating dog, though that would be a nice example of cause-and-effect. ![]()
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