Pearls of Wisdom and Foolish Mutterings

Made of WHAT?

I don't have a lot to say today, it seems. I've been sitting here having a stare-down with a blinking cursor for a couple of hours. Oh, I've written a phrase here and there, but my backspace key has gotten quite the workout. I'm happy to report that it works quite well. You should be happy about that, too, since you've been saved from reading totally uninspired drivel.

I did hear something very funny this morning, though. I'll pass that on and then I'm out of here. My grandson participated in a scholastic challenge at school on Saturday. The children were divided into teams and then the teams were read questions which they  had to "buzz in" to answer a la' Jeopardy-style. One of the questions went like this:

Q: According to  a popular children's rhyme, what are little girls made of?

One little boy thought he had the answer. The teacher/emcee called on him to respond.

Nervously, he looked around, his confidence wavering. Finally, he blurted out his answer.

"Meat!"

He brought the house down.