How does a person do that? Here I’ve got a live-action erupting volcano that I’ve worked pretty stinking hard on,
and all anybody cares about is Juli’s chicks pecking out of their shells.
I even went over to take a look for myself, and – I’m being completely objective here – it was boring.
They pecked for about five seconds, then just lay there for five minutes.
I got to hear Juli jabber away to the judges, too. She had a pointer – can you believe that?
Not a pencil, an actual retractable pointer, so she could reach across her incubator
and tap on this chart or that diagram as she explained the excitement of watching eggs grow for twenty-one days.
The only thing she could’ve done to be more overboard was put on a chicken costume, and buddy,
I’m convinced – if she’d thought of it, she would have done it.
But hey – I was over it. It was just Juli being Juli, right?
But all of a sudden there I am a year later, holding a carton of home-grown eggs.
And I’m having a hard time not getting annoyed all over again about her stupid blue-ribbon project
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