And here it is.., your next installment of Stuff like that only happens to that Family.... Kid3 went to the feedstore this afternoon to help with Christmas trees and be a general teenage nuisance... sorry, I mean helper. After a couple hours of trees, his attention waned. He then proceeded onto wreaking havoc in the Feedstore Nerve Center, pestering his father as he wrung up customers. Upon coming to the realization that his father was about to blow a gasket, and his career... sorry, I mean life... may soon come to an end, he moved onto bagging deer corn out of the gravity wagon. This soon turned into hardcore parcourse as jumping into and out of the cornwagon is a lot more fun than heaving 70pounds bags around. As the bags were filled and heaved, Kid3 would jump and crush corn down the chute as a means of assistance. Twenty-five bags later, he realized his wallet, containing the money NOT spent at the archery store (see previous entry) was no longer in his pocket, but now in one of the bags of corn. After much debate and guidance from the feedstore higher-ups, we have decided to wait until the morning to dump and sift through nearly a ton of corn in search of the wallet before some deer in a field find themselves chomping on a camouflage duct tape morsel full of fundage.
Posted on: Sun, 30 Nov 2014 01:16:24 +0000
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