Crime in Italy, a frigging Great White off Indian Rocks Beach?? I had always thought the Gulf was too warm for the bastards, but apparently not.
There hasn’t been a Zoe Presents update lately, sorry about that, I know you are all out there waiting with bated breath. This morning Husband found one of the interlocking coasters T gave us for our housewarming nestled in the blankets on the bed. Not sure why I’d need a coaster while sleeping…
It’s report card day at Casa de Tabb. The Boychild held steady with 3 B’s (reading, spelling and social studies) and 3 C’s (math, science and writing). *SIGH* His teacher puts a note in the report card:
Not working to ability in Mathematics.
No shit, Sherlock. And just whose fault would that be. *I* have taught him more math than you have this year, you abrasive bastard.
Holy merde, I just looked at the Girlchild’s math homework paper and it is titled, “Understanding Probability.”
*blink*
I’m thinking, y’know, eight-year-old white girl, middle of the ghetto, bunch of monsters, this time of night with quantum physics books? She about to start some shit, Zed. She’s about eight years old, those books are WAY too advanced for her.
She brought home straight A’s. Again.