We're back in school, like the Obama kids, only with a smaller convoy.
And this morning went smoothly, thanks for asking. It was a close call, though, until Madge remembered that she had computer class today, which made it all okay.
But, man, was I at a loss what to put in their lunches today.
heaps and bunches
hasn't been on my horizon.
and buying some bread
is a thing up to which I won't wisen.*
Hark, what's that I see among all the food clutter?
A loaf of white, praise be, I'm sold.
And right there's a smidgen of peanut butter.
Oh, dad-gum-it, foiled again:
*but only because "to which up I won't wisen" looks even worse.