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…
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