tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968464589090312851.post6016395345133551871..comments2023-06-10T00:29:26.985-07:00Comments on stagno per anitre (the duckpond): peek-a-boo*vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17854030795263204694noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968464589090312851.post-39175197452908958352011-11-16T21:16:40.579-08:002011-11-16T21:16:40.579-08:00Oh. Freaking hilarious. I am cracking up over here...Oh. Freaking hilarious. I am cracking up over here. I thought it was weird no one said anything to me, but maybe there's some unwritten etiquette I am just unaware of.vhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17854030795263204694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968464589090312851.post-82712922674998890402011-11-16T10:08:20.245-08:002011-11-16T10:08:20.245-08:00We had this substitute teacher when I was in high ...We had this substitute teacher when I was in high school was ancient. I loved her because she had all these great stories. One was about how when she would get ready for school she would sit in front of her make-up counter in her bra and girdle and then get dressed before leaving for work. One day it was cold (I think she was out of wood for her woodstove) and she put on her skirt and her coat over her bra finished her make-up and then ran to school. It was cold at school so she taught with her coat all morning. Finally, in the afternoon it warmed up she took off her coat and realized she had never put on her blouse. She figured she had taught in her bra for at least 20 minutes. She said the weirdest part was that NO ONE said anything. Ever. About it.Kathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03543466907767721445noreply@blogger.com