I had random.org select a page today, and eventually I picked one from the 4 it selected, namely page 68.
But nothing is normal now. I’m in the middle of the biggest lie I ever told. If my Fairy Godmother appeared right now and granted me a gazillion wishes, a talent show is the last thing I’d wish for. Why can’t I have a Fairy Godmother?
Most people would say the best way to watch a Leighton High School is cheering the team on to yet another victory, in between bites of Frito pie and sips of Dr Pepper.
I would disagree with them.
Because to me, the best way to watch a Leighton High School football game was with the volume on your earbuds turned all the way up so you couldn’t hear anything around you.
Today is 8-11, so I turned that around and picked a fun teaser from page 118.
‘Ladies and gentlemen! Dad called over the chitter-chatter.
‘And tooth fairieth!’ the Molar Sisters piped up.
‘EVERYONE!’ Dad yelled, cutting off the rest of the crowd before anyone else could join in. ‘It is with happiness in my haunches and armfuls of Trogmanay cheer that I’d like to welcome you all to our summery… ermm… wintery trog-hog feats.’