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My last headline may have been little overly dramatic, so I tried to show restraint on this one.

Hubby: So, is today a fertile day?
Me: (Thoughts racing through my head -- What?! Why is he asking this? What does this mean? Isn't four enough?! ... Do I even know the answer to that question?)
Long pause...
Hubby: Well? Is it?
Me: Huh?
Hubby: Is. this. a. furlough. day?
Me: Uh, no, I'm going to work. (Whew!)

CJ: Feeling Like A Hero

Mr. C's writing assignment was to tell of a time that he felt like a hero. He was allowed to make up a story if he wanted to. I'm not sure that what he came up with is an example of heroism, but it's what he wanted to write about. So, we went with it. Mr. C. welcomes comments on his story.

First, Nana and I decided to go bowling. There's a certain way you have to go to get to the bowling alley because it's on a one-way street. Once we got there, we went to the check-in spot (like in a hotel). Then we got the bowling shoes and bowling balls.

We played two games and Nana used my ball part of the time. I got two spares and I think Nana got one or two strikes in the first game. I'm not sure who won. But the next game, I won!! Nana's score was 98 and I h ad128, I think.

Then, after that, we returned our stuff and looked at the arcade for awhile. Winning the game made me feel like a hero!!

The End