Thursday, 29 January 2009

When I grow up...

All children say this 'When I grow up I want to be like X' and X usually turns out to be Mummy or Daddy. The reason I am blogging about this is not to share some deep secret about my ambitions when I was little but to show you a very amusing email I received from my mum. I get sent chain letters and usually I just ignore them and run the risk that at midnight a vampire will break into my room and bite me, although in Russia my Bab is more likely to scare the vampire off so no worries while I'm in Moscow or whatever bizarre and nasty thing will happen if you break one of them, anyway I thought this one was brilliant and thought it was worth a post. First look at the picture then read the letter below it.
(Here's the reply the teacher received the following day)

Dear Mrs. Jones,
I wish to clarify that I am not now, nor have I ever been, an exotic dancer.
I work at Home Depot and I told my daughter how hectic it was last week before the blizzard hit.

I told her we sold out every single shovel we had, and then I found one more in the back room, and that several people were fighting over who would get it.

Her picture doesn't show me dancing around a pole.

It's supposed to depict me selling the last snow shovel we had at Home Depot.
From now on I will remember to check her homework more thoroughly before she turns it in.
Mrs. Smith

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