{have a weekend, world}


three courses,

{the spacial cadets}

1 comment
  1. My parents shipped me away to Tennessee in 2nd and 3rd grade to what my brother called “reform camp” and what I now refer to as, “the birth of my independence”. At each meal we were required to place our silverware in a line like this one in an attempt to teach us southern belles something about etiquette, but in an order where the cutlery formed “owl”. …And people sometimes ask me if I was born in a barn. PSHAW!

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