I'm Not Proud of It
My streak of bad luck at winning contests
started with, surprisingly, a win. It happened in the fourth grade when my
entire grade school was herded into the all-purpose room for the annual
end-of-the-year assembly. Read about it (here).
oh my....one good turn deserves....to lose the bike...ouch...
ReplyDeleteso much for being nice...ha...grr....smiles.
Ruthie owes you a bike
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