Diabetic Nightmare!
So – the boy says to me: “Mom, gotta make a pyramid for a project” and I say “ok, outa what?” and he says “well, most people are doing like boring paper stuff, so I want sugar cubes.” and I say… “um. Kay, I’ll get the stuff. Don’t leave it to the last minute…”
He didn’t – he started in plenty of time, but still had to work right up to the last minute. So what does 3 days, 2 things of elmers gel glue [that, coincidentally MELTS SUGAR CUBES – creating much chaos!] and five, yes FIVE boxes of sugar cubes get you?
The Great Pyramid, masquarading as the Leaning Tower of Pisa….
You can see that he carefully left an opening so that you could see into the burial chamber – the layers started to melt and slide, so poster board cut in squares was the answer to help solidify it a little bit more. It weighed almost 10 pounds, and was not exactly stable. *L* But the boy got it there, turned in on time, and didn’t even fall on his ass on the ice to watch in horror as it shattered…. but just in case that HAD happened – I had already taken these pictures as proof he had done the assignment. *chuckles*
He says the teacher was impressed, as no one put near the amount of work into it that he did. Dat’s my boy. Even when creating a diabetic nightmare, he comes out on top – total A for effort. *g*
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Hey. Damned artistic pyramid, that is. Proof positive those Egyptians were some wicked madd SKETCHY people with a billion tons of stone about to topple over on them if one sneezed wrong mid-wrap on a mummy. Can you imagine the pharoah’s wrath once he realized you not only botched the wrap job worse than a blind man’s attempt at drag, but turned his legacic tomb into a Bubasti litterbox for nothing more than a rampant case of hayfever? Geesh. Just can’t get good Help these days…..
Hm. Yeh. Thaaaaat’s the jetlag talking. Really. No! I’m serious. THUS… in summary, before it gets any more out of control and runs off with my laptop and last reasonable specks of sanity:
Dig the new layout. Groovy scheme. Been waiting for you to come up with something a bit more…. brazen… to represent yo’ modern self. Keep telling you you’ve grown…. *smirk*
Congrats on Nano. Reserve the right to STILL say I told you so. *smirk #2* I’ll help you work out the publishing labyrinth crappery and proofread and all that. Proud’a ya, woman.
And finally? *snickers* 3 more days.