Saturday, February 21, 2009

For Once it Was Not My Kids

I saw this when I was blog surfing a while ago...
Since I still laugh about it...
And find great joy that is wasn't my children...
I thought I would share...

Dear Mrs. Jones,
I wish to clarify that I am not now, nor have I ever been, an exotic dancer. I work at Home Depot and I told my daughter how hectic it was last week before the blizzard hit. I told her we sold out every single shovel we had, and then I found one more in the back room, and that several people were fighting over who would get it. Her picture doesn't show me dancing around a pole. It's supposed to depict me selling the last snow shovel we had at Home Depot.
From now on I will remember to check her homework more thoroughly before she turns it in.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Smith

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

This story is hillarious. I had no idea what it was until I read the mom's letter. Thanks for the laugh!

GoldenShel said...

Hey Emily,
I just had to let you know that you actually made Tom LAUGH OUT LOUD!!! It was cute to go over and see what he was laughing about. I also didn't know what the picture was all about until I read the letter. Thanks for making Tom's day!
Michele