The PTA at each school is allowed to have one actual bake sale per month, but anybody else (like student clubs) wanting to have a bake sale can only use the prepackaged stuff or fresh fruit. This is actually in reaction to protests over the previous set of rules, which said one PTA bake sale per month and nothing else, ever.
When I was in high school, there was some group or other having a bake sale at least once a week, usually a student club that didn't get enough school funding to be able to go to a competition or something.
Lovely. School shooting in the next county over. Two injured and shooter has been captured. CJ and I are watching the news and he recognized the streets on the map of where it happened. Accccckkkkkk.
Bake what you want, just leave your guns at home.
Band and sports pretty much sold slices of Little Caesar's Pizza year round out of the gym.
Bake what you want, just leave your guns at home.
When you put it like that, it does go to show how NYC has no real problems any more....
And, with that, I have a new tag!
Our school also sometimes had pizza sales at lunch time. One person in the club who had a car and had study hall the period before lunch would go to a local pizza place and buy a bunch of pies, then sell them at about $1.50 a slice to kids who'd rather have pizza than school lunch, which was just about everybody. Easy money, and pretty much none of the clubs except for sports would ever have enough money without doing stuff like that.
And a quote from my son - "Make love, not war. Condoms are cheaper than guns".
I know he didn't come up with that, but out of the mouths of babes.
The shooting was at a middle school that is just a few miles from Columbine High. Happened right as the kids were being let out of school, so a bunch of the kids saw it go down. News is saying the shooter was an adult male. Still saying the victims were just injured. Please let that be all.
Well. Only if you did it, you know, the-- what's that word I'm looking for? The other way.
billytea, you need to come to the PNW again so you can tell P that joke. I mangled it something awful. I mean, she still knows why I giggle when she says, "the other way" but ... well, it could be funnier is what I am saying.
I used to gaze with hopeless envy at the concrete Sinclair gas brontosaurus a guy in Nashville had in his front yard.
I need to go home. I'm tired. This sentence, to me, said:
I used to gaze with topless envy at the concrete Sinclair gay brontosaurus a guy in Nashville had in his front yard.
Please can I go?
