My recent Current Obsession is getting together a bunch of rag-tag homeless people renters, piling into my car, barging down the backyard fences of friends who have fire pits and forcing them to build us a fire. Tonight marked the third successful week of surprise fire-bombing by the Surprise Fire Brigade, of which I am the proud President.
This week somebody puked (Jude, 9, -- too many marshmallows), somebody found the perfect puke shovel and cleaned it all up (me), somebody climbed an unclimbable tree (Adam, after Jude offered to pay him 1 CENT), somebody drove to the store at my bidding just to pick up all the stuff needed for S'mores (Khia), somebody avoided telling anybody their name (Josh's dad), somebody proved she was taller than anybody else (Hauve), and somebody else learned how to strike the perfect male-model pose (Kasey).
Do you have a fire pit? Do you live in Minneapolis? Watch out. You could be next.
4 comments:
I meet the fire pit criteria. Can you make it happen?
Also, do you realize you are severely limiting your robot-like commenters such as myself who have trouble with cracking the code of one word, let alone two.
I wish I knew how to turn that feature off. It's dumb, but blogger makes it really hard to disable word verification and you have to be a computer hacker to figure it out.
You are very welcome to drive to northern Minnesota. We have a fire pit. Not sure how many homeless people, I mean renters, would be willing to drive that far for a fire. We could have Hanna climb trees and Skeeter do dirtbike drive-bys for your entertainment. Oh, yeah, and John could sing!
Ha I'm sure John would love to sing!
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