Smashing

Monday, October 10, 2011
In which things progress nicely by way of St. Louis pride…

As Collette laced up Puck in his Chucks that morning, Puck had thoughts on the next pair to be purchased, and the various color-options…
“Purple Chucks are for nuffin’. They’re just for scruffy old riff-raff.”
And upon returning from groceries, concerned that he might have picked up a few loafing amoeba from his free chocolate chip cookie at the bakery…
“When the germs are done having their party, will they get out of me?”
“Yup.”
“What part of me will they eat?”

As the afternoon began finally turning a shade of gray, the colors of autumn ruffling beneath, Francis arrived for more counseling in Algebra, instructions on how to balance a checkbook, and… Minecraft with Puck.
There was also word from Rose that her co-worker, whose position she was replacing, was already leaving in two weeks. Fortunately, her certification test manuals had already been shipped in time.

The next game kicked off at seven that night. Still in Wisconsin.
Monster night for good old wonderful Albert Pujols.