Cul de Sac by Richard Thompson for March 05, 2013

Ah yes, I was sure that Miss Bliss would want a stiff drink after this was over.

bliss- charter member of the valium for (lunch) recess bunch.

Golly! Miss Bliss drives the minibus, too! Maybe Ranger Dan can do something to help calm her nerves, hmm?

The wheels on the bus go ’round and ’round, ’round and ’round, ’round and ’round.The wheels on the bus go ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round (help me!) and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round…

The associative thinking that’s going on in that bus is more or less what goes on in my head.

We should teach the kids to sing “One bottle of beer on the wall.”

Hasn’t Miss Bliss discovered the secret of letting parent volunteers drive? That way she has a lower level of insanity to deal with herself, and can commiserate with another adult when Alice implodes.

another fond memory

We went back east twice from the west coast. I’m sure that my parents were sick of 99 bottles of beer after a month.

That MUST have been back in the good old “Burma Shave” days. I remember well Route 66.

The children on the bus go are we there yet, are we there yet, are we there yet, The children on the bus go are we there yet, all through the town.

-Cougar :{)

I’ve noticed the same thing so I’m hoping they can sort this out.