Do no wrong. Or at least look like it.
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Took me right back to middle school days , Pam. 💛 😳 😜happy day my friend!
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Karla you hit the nail on the head. Middle School was a festering pot of pretending “I didn’t throw that” or “It wasn’t me”. And if the teacher believed your lie, there was always some (obnoxious) kid in the class who would point a finger at you. 😵💫
Happy Thursday friend.
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Right?!?! Lol …I grew up (maybe?) and had 8 wonderful years as a MS Principal during my education career~boy, do I know the looks 👀 😜
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Oh yes, the years in our education where we haven’t quite become the person we are meant to be and are so full of angst that we question if we ever will. Good times and bad times. And the memories…
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💛💕🤗 yes
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Right
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We do try.
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My motto!
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It’s a good one!
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Haha…oh Pam, what have you been thinking about 🤣
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That is way too scary to share, today.
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Haha 🤣
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… Or at least don’t get caught. 😉
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That would be in parentheses.
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That is a funny way to go about making me look good.
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But I do it so well.
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Hahaha! That’s the conundrum isn’t it, looking innocent.
Even though I swore that it wasn’t MY fingerprint in the icing on the cake, my mother always knew I was lying. She said a “big LIE sign” was on my forehead. I’m thinking it was the chocolate smear on my cheek!
Ginger
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Ha ha ha! Oh the memories. Whenever anybody accused me of lying I always wanted to say “I’m only lying down”. I never had the courage to say it.
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Haha! This could have been in the shady quip category!
Mother’s always know when their kids are lying. Mostly.
Learning how to lie straight-faced is quite the skill
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My mother could tell if I was lying to her on the phone. I was 100 miles away and she knew. Not scary at all. 30 years working in a cop shop and I’m still not a good liar.
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It’s a gift given to us from the moment we give birth!!
That is quite the story. And good that you’re not a good liar to your mom…
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You’ve discovered my secret 😉
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Yep I’m gonna spill the beans…
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🙂
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Hahaha! I want the t-shirt. . .
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Hey, great idea!
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🙂
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