The new plan to torment Stuart at the lunch table involves a stool.
Pal's paraprofessional brought in a folding stool. It has a round, red top. When I saw her carry it into the building, from my comfortable parking-lot-duty perch along the concrete restraining wall near the exterior locker-room doors, I mistook the stool for a table. What a happy coincidence!
The plan is to get a white tablecloth, drape it over the stool like some fancy schmancy tiny French cafe table, add an elementary-classroom-sized chair, and set them off to the side of Newmentia's cafeteria with a place card for Stuart. Kind of like a reservation for one.
If only we could telepathically induce Stuart to wear a mime shirt that day...
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I like it, a little fun to break up the day!
I know this is completely unrelated to your post, but when I saw it I just had to share it with you.
http://www.cafepress.com/+225quot_button,318975428
Kathy,
I'm eagerly awaiting Wednesday, when it's club meeting day, and we will actually be one chair short due to added lunch faculty.
I'm not going to be late. I was always good at musical chairs.
Miss Ann,
I can't thank you enough for that exercise in elitism. Allow me to share with you, as well:
http://michellemalkin.com/2010/08/30/e-mail-of-the-day-commander-in-chief-in-mom-jeans-on-daughters-bike/
Enjoy.
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