AN: Sorry to keep you all waiting, I HATE having to do so, but the dumb chapter REFUSES TO BE WRITTEN (bites chapter's head off), but please know I am doing my very VERY best to get it posted, hopefully by Thanksgiving, um...let's see, what else...OH! Ok, um, the Butt-Munches. About them. My mom doesn't want me to call them that anymore. She doesn't like that term for reasons that I'm not going to get into right now (maybe some other time, but for now, let's stay focused), but don't worry, I've got a new name for them. And not just any name, a name with a story behind it! Wanna hear the story?...Okay, ready?...Alright, here it is:
When I was in sixth grade, my social studies teacher, Mrs. Downing (who everybody called Mother D, because she had this rule that said that when we were in her classroom, we were all family, and she was our "temporary mother," as she put it, from the time we entered the room to the time we stepped out the door) had these two special words that she liked to use. They were sort of like her special nicknames for us, and a single day never passed where Mother D didn't use either one or the other at LEAST once. The words were "dingleberry" and "dinglesquat," pronounced exactly the way they're spelled. Some of us were dingleberries, and the rest of us were dinglesquats. Only students who had her for social studies got to be a dingleberry or a dinglesquat. We were her SPECIAL dingleberries and dinglesquats. Which one was I, you ask? I was one of the REALLY special kids who got to be BOTH. ANYWAY, the new name for the uglies is...(over shoulder) Alice, drum-roll please...*drum-roll starts playing* ...the DINGLESQUATS! So, yeah. I am sorry about the chapter mix up, but a huge thanks to Rose Emeraldfay and Bremela (can I call you Bremmie?) for pointing out my silly mistake, here is a giant virtual hug for my two most very bestest friends here on FF, and a nice, BIG slice of virtual pumpkin pie for you each, and...oh! I almost forgot! *turns around and grabs jumbo-sized bottle of whipped cream and sets it down* Just in case either of you likes whipped cream on your pumpkin pie like I do. And Rose, please refrain from demolishing the pie, I slaved for hours over a hot, HOT virtual oven to make it. Love you both!
Ever (and slightly scared) yours,
Maggie
PS: The reason I'm slightly scared is cuz I'm watching "Ghost Hunters" with my brother as I type this and they're in this bar in New Jersey where this guy was shot and killed in the middle of the restarant area. And get this-the killer was his mistress! And it was ruled an accident. Creepy, huh? Anyway, they just started the investegation a minute ago, and omahfreakingawd, they're already hearing freaky noises comin' outta the kitchen, and I'm just kinda like, "oh my god, what's gonna happen," but at the same time, I'm like, "get out, get out, get out, before the ghosts come and rip your arms off (or whatever it is the ghosts in this place do)!" so, yeah...*shudders* OHMYEFFINGGOD, THE FLASHLIGHT IS TURNING ON AND OFF EVERY TIME THEY ASK THE GHOST TO DO IT! *screams at the top of lungs*
