Miss Jenny: Where’s your assignment?
Cathy: Something happened to it.
Miss Jenny: Parakeet eat it again?
Cathy: No…the neighbor’s python swallowed it.
Miss Jenny: Your homework?
Cathy: No, my parakeet! Actually, I had my homework 99% done and was ready to give it to you. That’s when I noticed…this is really puzzling, Miss Jenny. Maybe, it’s best if I explain….
Last Thursday, my Alphabe-Thursday post was: A Opossum Tale, Playing ‘Possum, & ‘Possum Soup. Like every Thursday before, this one was no different. I never know what I’m going to write about until hours before class time. Imagine my surprise, Miss Jenny when I went to link up to discover you had the letter ‘P’ as our assignment.
Miss Jenny: What’s the problem?
Cathy: At first I thought my mind was playing tricks, but then I said. “Hmm, Miss Jenny is running late. Oh well, I’ll perfect my assignment and hop over a little later.” I began polishing my Alphabe-Thursday essay popping across the net like an old-fashion percolator feverishly plugging and plucking information into my potential day’s post. I don’t ever need to be prodded in give nothing less than 110%, as I take great pride in my weekly assignment.
Finally, I made my way back to the classroom to link up my assignment. That’s when it hit me like a pie square in the face. ‘O’ was our letter last week. Anyone who knows the alphabet knows what letter follows ‘O’. All this time, I kept thinking possum NOT opossum and you know what comes after ‘P’.
Miss Jenny: Let me guess, you spent your precious pep-power procuring the letter ‘Q’ assignment.
Cathy: Precisely! Boy, was I peeved to say the least. My enthusiasm plummets when I realized pushing myself was all for nothing. After spending time in my own little purgatory trying to figure a way out of my pit of despair things became clear. It wasn’t pragmatic for me to plan my ‘P’ post with any panache at such a late point. I had a pressing appointment to keep and it couldn’t be postponed. My DH had to be at the dentist where I can tell you this it costed a pretty penny. Oh! How I wish I could use play money! We’ll no doubt be eating peanuts after all we spent.
Miss Jenny: What a predicament! The bright spot in all of this is you won’t need plates for your peanuts while you’re pinching pennies and tucking them away in your piggy bank. Unfortunately, I must pass punishment on you still. You must recite the poem: Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers phawlessly, like this…
How fast can you say:
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked.If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,Where’s the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?
before your tongue gets tied?
To ponder more ‘P’ posts visit Jenny Matlock…off on my tangent and join her Alphabe-Thursday classroom!
1. What has peeved you recently? Obviously, I peeved because I messed up royally yesterday post and then couldn’t get one up before dashing off to my appointment.
2. What is your number one pet peeve? This would have to be when anyone use the F-bomb. I hate that word! It’s vulgar and not classy to use casually like many people do today. Really, can’t they say something else? If swearing was a way to measure someone’s IQ, then I’m afraid there’s a good part who would fall into the “not too smart” category.