Wendi {at random}

This is me. 

This is me shooting a gun. 

This is me shooting a gun at a can. 

This is me shooting a gun at a can and blowing the kablooey out of it! 

This is me shooting a gun at a can and blowing the kablooey out of it at the beach party at the Kuhns who are from my school. 

Can you hear the kids screaming, "MRS. RICHERT! MRS. RICHERT!" That's me. hehehe. The first grade teacher. I'm a scary teacher, let me tell you. Kids always do their homework in my class.

Just a bit of my night with the special forces. 

Last night's special forces had no pictures. We can't photograph all of our actions. Some are covert, you know. (I've been reading  a lot of crime fiction of late. I know you can't tell.) 

But I can tell you that I had chocolate ice cream with coconut. 

The Ps had to resort to drastic measures to escape the cold stone. 

Guy Smiley changed his name to Captain Tightpants. 

And Lady Leslie had her ice cream licked by BS.

This is beginning to sound a bit adult rated, but I swear, it wasn't. You see, most of us had our younglings with us. Benjy won't let me say "youngin"; he makes me say, "youngling", which is something out of Star Wars. I'm sure the Princess' kids get it. I say "whatever." So we had the sound of zombies and running feet and yelling and whatnot around us as we had our special forces meeting. It was fun, and oh so dangerous. Yes, it was. You had to be there.