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I wanted to write this down before I forgot. And I forget easily.

You’re all watching Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends, right? Right? Well the “live” show they have around it, “Fridays” is good. Very good. I wanted to praise them for having funny hosts and funny bits that don’t make you want to scream for them to get off the screen, the way you often do for the utterly horrendous talentless bunch of awful twitch-inducing “hosts” on Splat!. If Nick doesn’t fire that bunch of amateurs soon, I’m going to put a chair through the television.

Where was I? Oh, right. “Fridays” is great. Our favorite part involves a fake spelling bee and “Long Haul the puppet trucker”. They have a word of the day, and a child steps to the microphone and says “Can you use it in a sentence”. Cut to Long Haul, driving his truck, who uses it in a sentence that isn’t a sentence, and then back to the kids where a kid spells it correctly. I’m not doing it justice, but last week’s word was “D’oof” and the sentence was “Drivin drivin drivin drivin D’OOF!” Junior and I can’t stop saying it to each other.

Fridays – A

Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends – A

Splat! – D, if I’m feeling generous

Okay, so Junior survived and flourished on day 1. Apparently his desk is right up front, and the little bugger started his elementary school career by asking “Is there anything I can do to help you?” to the teacher. So she of course used him to do things all day. Way to cement your position as teacher’s pet from the get-go! Cripes, I thought I was giving him good advice to get through the day, but this kid needs nothing from me.

Other things:

• Apparently, they use sporks in the cafeteria, and he thought they were the most brilliant invention ever. (My father used to work for the company that invented the spork, so I need to pass this information along.)
• Kids who were in his rec department summer program are also in the after school program at the elementary school, so he is psyched.
• There’s another kid in his class with the same first name and last initial. I had already told him that if the teacher shortens his name, he could tell her he prefers his whole name so that it will be that way for the next 12 years. (example: Shortening David to Dave, or Susan to Sue). So he did tell her, and now the other kid is stuck with the nickname. Maybe that kid didn’t care, I know Junior just prefers his full name, as do his father and I.
• They don’t sell strawberry milk in the cafeteria (Oh, really? They don’t? Barbarians!.)

So it was a great day, and he was just as excited to go back for day two. Whew!

There is no better day of the year than the day after the Yanks suffer the worst loss in their history, a 22-0 shutout at home. I’m positively glowing! The only thing that would have made that better is if we had been the ones to hand it to them.

You work in a secure building. Try to find your badge before you get out of the car, and store it somewhere that you can easily put your hands on it. Don’t give me a big sigh when I question you as you try to get in behind me after *I* open the door; you know we’re not supposed to let in people we don’t know who aren’t displaying a badge. I mean seriously, I need to swipe my badge at least 10 times a day to get into various parts of the building. Why on earth are you keeping yours at the bottom of your messy purse?