Ok, I think four years is about right for my self-imposed ban on blogging after the use of the word "tween" last time.
So by popular demand, here it is: the infamous key story. ("Key" as in a little piece of metal that opens locks, not as in extremely important or life-changing--trust me on that one.)
One upon a time in high school I missed the morning school bus. Well, maybe more than once upon a time, but whatever. My dad had a standing rule that if I missed the bus, I would be fined $20 "for gas money". (Yeah, I also know that gas doesn't cost that much.) So after trudging back home from missing the bus bythismuch I asked my dad to drive me to school and held up the sacrificial $20 bill.
"Ok, grab my keys and let's go," said my dad.
That's when I made a huge mistake:
"Hey look at your keys!" I yelled. Bad idea.
The key ring was standing up, perfectly supported by the tips of all the keys on it. It was, admittedly, pretty cool. But then my dad saw it and FREAKED OUT.
"Wow! Look at that! That is so cool! That has never happened before and it will never happen again! That is amazing! WE HAVE TO TAKE A PICTURE!!!" exclaims my dad.
He runs through the house searching for the camera. He finds the camera. There is no film in the camera.
"We have to go buy film! This must be documented!"
Hmm, here's the thing about driving to the store to go buy film: it requires car keys. We obviously cannot touch the car keys because they have become art and even though I had foolishly been hoping to go to school today, my dad insists that we walk to the store.
"I have to go to school! I don't have time to walk to the store, I have a project due today and I can't turn it in late!" I yell, to no avail.
About a half hour later we are back from the store, film in hand, and my dad uses a whole roll of film to take pictures of his keys. Once my dad is confident that the keys have been sufficiently documented from every angle, I am allowed to go to school.
The tragic ending of this story is not that I missed about a half day of school and had to turn in my project late. It is that my mom lost all the old family photos including those infamous key pictures! But never fear, I have vowed to find them, and when I do, I will post them all over the interwebs. Stay tuned.
So by popular demand, here it is: the infamous key story. ("Key" as in a little piece of metal that opens locks, not as in extremely important or life-changing--trust me on that one.)
One upon a time in high school I missed the morning school bus. Well, maybe more than once upon a time, but whatever. My dad had a standing rule that if I missed the bus, I would be fined $20 "for gas money". (Yeah, I also know that gas doesn't cost that much.) So after trudging back home from missing the bus bythismuch I asked my dad to drive me to school and held up the sacrificial $20 bill.
"Ok, grab my keys and let's go," said my dad.
That's when I made a huge mistake:
"Hey look at your keys!" I yelled. Bad idea.
The key ring was standing up, perfectly supported by the tips of all the keys on it. It was, admittedly, pretty cool. But then my dad saw it and FREAKED OUT.
"Wow! Look at that! That is so cool! That has never happened before and it will never happen again! That is amazing! WE HAVE TO TAKE A PICTURE!!!" exclaims my dad.
He runs through the house searching for the camera. He finds the camera. There is no film in the camera.
"We have to go buy film! This must be documented!"
Hmm, here's the thing about driving to the store to go buy film: it requires car keys. We obviously cannot touch the car keys because they have become art and even though I had foolishly been hoping to go to school today, my dad insists that we walk to the store.
"I have to go to school! I don't have time to walk to the store, I have a project due today and I can't turn it in late!" I yell, to no avail.
About a half hour later we are back from the store, film in hand, and my dad uses a whole roll of film to take pictures of his keys. Once my dad is confident that the keys have been sufficiently documented from every angle, I am allowed to go to school.
The tragic ending of this story is not that I missed about a half day of school and had to turn in my project late. It is that my mom lost all the old family photos including those infamous key pictures! But never fear, I have vowed to find them, and when I do, I will post them all over the interwebs. Stay tuned.
