On a field trip to Chicago, the country kids could always recognize the native Chicagoans by the particular shibboleth of that area that they displayed; likewise, the Chicago kids recognized the country bumpkins by the same trick.
The preacher came by to break up a nasty affray between two elderly churchladies at the annual bake sale. It seems that friends Annabelle Jane and Lucy both reached for the pan of brownies at the same time. Pastor Smith broke up the quarrel by informing Lucy that "magic brownies" were not sold at church bake sales. Lucy then permitted Annabelle Jane to purchase them.
The children built forts and ramparts of snow in winter. When the snow melted, they made them of mud. When the mud dried out, they improvised with tables and chairs. When fall came, they picked a new game.
The clandestine organization was brought to the surface when one of its members leaked information to the outside world. Then the little boys had to open up their clubhouse to their little sisters, 'cuz Mom said so.
Believing in the prescience of fortune-tellers, the young girl had an amateur read her cards; unfortunately for her, the amateur grabbed the wrong stack, and thus, the young girl got her playing cards read.
Nobody stopped to consider that the social club's mores were a little bizarre; it had become tradition to begin each meeting by throwing a glass of water on one's head, and the meetings degenerated from there.
The child, sagacious beyond her years, informed her older brother that his prejudice against women was juvenile. He took down the "no girls allowed" sign and agreed to share his treehouse with her after that.
With nothing less than their children's best interest in mind, and nothing but the worst possible tactics, the parents managed to immure their two daughters from reality and stunt their emotional growth.
The children wandered through the woods, harkening to the susurrus of the leaves beneath their feet and the wind through the autumn trees. Surely they would be through the maze and back to the Halloween party soon...
The feckless student decided that college was not for her, so she tried jumping boxcars instead. Turns out, she found the college lifestyle more comfortable, and enrolled in gen ed classes for the upcoming fall semester.
Some people guard their favorite recipes like they were some sort of esoteric knowledge. But Alisa and her girls at Nana's Kitchen want to share! Drop by sometime--you never know what we'll be cooking!
When the graduate student was confronted by campus police regarding the missing archival artifacts, he tried to parry the accusation, stating that he needed the information for an important paper he was writing. Still, his excuse was weak because he had access to the documents, provided they stay inside the university archives, so the student was put on academic probation for the rest of the semester.
Saturday Night Live has been lampooning entertainment and news events since before my time; yet, my favorite cast is the group that came out of the '70s and early '80s, not the ones I actually grew up watching.
The candidates for student council president each declaimed against the problems with student government, and each vowed to better represent the students. Of course, the superintendent and principal ultimately made the decisions at the school, though.
The child was delighted and overwhelmed by the openhanded family who adopted him. Fortunately, the child never took advantage of the family's kindness--he always accepted his gifts with humility and graciousness.
When the teenage girl's father decided to join a social networking system, the girl made a mad rush to expurgate her profile of all her bathing suit photos and other information that she wanted to hide from him.
The graduate student returned to the library and scanned the count's history in an old tome that the library would not circulate. Sure enough, the elder Lady Chadwick's name appeared in one small, obscure reference to the count. The student was still in disbelief that such scandal could follow the old-money Chadwicks. If only he had more information...
"Brody the Toady" liked to gossip about his boss behind his back; to his face, Brody was a yes-man, and constantly praised the employer's achievements. Of course, Brody got what he wanted--a promotion.
The graduate student gingerly handled the scraps of paper that he now held sacred. It seems that the count's erstwhile mistress, scorned over his refusal to marry her, threatened to reveal the scandal to very prestigious members of the count's elite circle.
Making an unwitting discovery about an affair between two prominent historical figures, the young graduate student made sure no security guards were around, then stole back to his apartment with the pilfered scraps of artifacts from the archives. He was going to write the paper that would make him famous.
While drunk at a party, the accountant confessed that he had been embezzling money from the company to fund elaborate vacations for himself. He further informed his employer that he would continue to defalcate company funds as long as he could cover his tracks. First thing Monday morning, the accountant was informed that his services were no longer needed at the company.
After spending an hour and a half trying unsuccessfully to upload several photos at once, I stared at the computer screen with a vacuous expression on my face. Not one to give up easily, I simply tried again, only uploading one photo at a time.
When I was a kid I used to make obscure music references to confuse the other kids. I guess I thought I was some kind of music expert or something. Now I'm the one who's in the dark these days because I can't keep up with today's Billboard charts, anymore.
Susan isn't allowed to drive anymore because of her narcolepsy: she once fell asleep at an intersection and ran a red light. Fortunately, no one was injured, but her car was severely damaged when it crashed into a street sign and came to a stop, waking her up.
No one knew if Mr. Periwinkle's marriage would last; Mr. Periwinkle was a strict traditionalist, whereas his wife (who protested an old-fashioned wedding and who insisted on keeping her birth name) was a vehement iconoclast who sought to break every tradition that the Periwinkles held near and dear.
I'll never forget the time I had to drive the old Lincoln on a three-hour trip. I didn't even try to parallel park that gargantuan vehicle. I pulled into an angle space and had my Mom deal with the town driving!
I have an eclectic taste in music; I think I like at least one song from any given genre, and I listen to a variety of radio stations. The catch is, I listen to different types of music when I'm in different types of moods.
Renee's friends appreciated her candor, but were often offended by the blunt statements she made regarding their choice of attire. Still, they decided that they'd rather hear them from her in a dressing room than from their dates at a restaurant.
Initially, when Blue said that the True Colour for New Year was due to be gold, I wondered what I had that would qualify. Then I realized that we have some xanthous Christmas decorations. I'd better start looking for some more gold-colored items (that are not of a holiday nature) so I'll be prepared for the next time gold rolls around on TCT!