surrounded by teacherpeople

and missing the bearded thumb

Oh my Skippy!

Skippy, the youngest of the cousins had a great idea.

Let’s get everyone together with Nanny for Thanksgiving Dinner. We can have it at the rec hall. There’s a new wood stove in there.

Oh Skippy!

Two turkeys, multiple pots of potatoes and even a chicken showed up.

It wasn’t one of our chickens. This one had considerably fewer feathers and was a lot more dead.

My nanny though?

She wasn’t dead.

Nope

Ninety three years of sparkling eyes and smiles all around the place.

That’s when I realized it.

I was screwed.

NO. THERE WERE NO COMMUNIST GINGER KITTIES

It was worse.

I was surrounded by TEACHERPEOPLE.

Mom?

Teacher.

Aunt and Uncle?

Teachers.

Cousin and husband?

Teachers.

Niece who wasn’t there?

Tit. (Teacher in training).

My wife?

Teacher.

Nanny?

Teacher.

Even my daughter -she’s a horse riding teacher.

OHILY SHIT SKIPPER DOODLE? I’M HIGH AS FUCK AND SURROUNDED BY TEACHERS

It seemed bleak.

Then I realized.

This was exactly as things needed to be. With fucking teacherpeople everywhere, someone needed to be…