Hello, friends!
Today, I bring you a message of hope. Hope, of course, stands for Hopping Over Parisian Elves.
That's right, today is nonsense day at Iowa Girl Meets World headquarters. Maybe tomorrow I'll provide some sense, but let's face it, where would the fun be in that?
Have I ever told you about the time I fried bacon on the stove while video chatting with Melissa and managed to make it explode? Probably not, because that just happened. Don't worry, no one was harmed in the making of this story. Mostly.
Fun fact: did you know that, in 1916, certain words that are considered "bad" today were not considered "bad"? It's true. For reference, be sure to read the extremely bizarre rhymes in "The Real Mother Goose," given to fourth and fifth grade classrooms all across the Badger State. I won't give you the wildly inappropriate rhymes (though I will send pictures upon request), but here's a taste of the weirdness:
Goosey, goosey, gander,
Whither dost thou wander?
Upstairs and downstairs
And in my lady's chamber.
There I met an old man
Who would n't say his prayers.
I took him by the left leg
And threw him down the stairs.
I did not make this up. I wish I had made that up, because... what???
One more silly story before I go clean my kitchen, maybe. Behold, my favorite story from when my nephew was little(r). He strongly disapproved of people who did not wear shoes. If you dared to go shoeless in his presence, he would track down your shoes and present then to you so you could put them back on. Because what's the point of having shoes if you are not wearing them? Honestly, people, keep up.
That's all the nonsense I have time for this evening. I hope this made your smile, and I'll see you again tomorrow!
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