Saturday, January 14, 2012

Sparky Was His Name...

This morning, I was left alone in the lodge and had an enlightened experience.  While my parents boated, they left me to work in the lodge and gave me free access to the fridge.  I decided to make myself some toast.  I stuck the toast in the toaster and wondered what would happen if I touched a metal butter knife to the red, hot, glowing wires inside the toaster.

Zhkdjsdf!@)^#&$^*&^#!$*#&!! aaaaaaahhhhhhhh.  Electricity ran through my aching bones.  I had just experienced pure stupidity.  I had touched a knife inside a toaster.  After a quick personality check, (“Do I still like photography?  Do I still miss Alaska?  Do I still hate oatmeal? Good!”) I was ready to finish my math.  My parents returned to the lodge and have officially changed my name to Sparky (my leash comes soon!) 

For the rest of the afternoon, we relaxed and played cards.  Tonight we and everybody from the school will participate in a barbecue!  Wow what a shocking day!

Thank you for reading Sparky Geographic!

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  2. Note to self: decide to make myself some toast, not make myself toast.

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  3. Cool! Do it again!! Do it again!!

    Maybe your hair will also turn color!

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    1. He could just go down to the local salon to change his hair color. It works for me....

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  4. be careful my young friend...we really want you around!!!

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    1. Hey Seth! Have you been working on my adoption plan???


      Dadddddyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!

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    2. Sorry, ya can't have him!!!!

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