Thursday, April 29, 2010
So the other day was french toast day at school. Which means syrup. So the french toast was good and then I went to ump the trash on my tray and go out to recess. While I was dumping my tray, somebody spilled syrup on my shoe. Later I had to re-tie my shoe. The syrup had, like, glued the knot together. I had to pick at it to untie it. And then I had to tie my shoe. This involves grabbing the laces. Sticky grossness. If that's a word. And now, 4 days later there is still syrup on my shoe, it still is gross, and it still smells like syrup when I tie my shoe.