My ex-wife - as an inner-city school teacher - has long been a supplier of much of my blog fodder here on "Mental Poo."
Some of which has resulted in various cartoons involving The Incredible Hulk.
You're welcome.
I was at work when I received this text message from her:
"Sick note from a parent. Thought u would get a laugh."
She attached this:
I was confused on why, exactly, Marlon no go fraydey so I texted my ex-wife back where she informed me that 'fraydey' = 'Friday.'
Oh.
Gotta give the woman bonus points, though, for getting all the letters in 'because' correct - even though they were slightly out of order.
Credit where credit is due, is my motto.
Happy Fraydey, everyone.
Friday, April 01, 2011
Thank God it's Fraydey
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Either that or the kid needs to learn how to spell and forge his mom's signature a bit more convincingly. I had it down by fifth grade.
The sad state of American education...even the parents can't speyll!!!
Hahaha
I live for Fraydeys.
Oh. My. Lord. This is a reflection of our society as a whole, not just our schools.
This just makes me sad.
At least there was a "good morning".
It's Freydey, Freydey, gotta get down on Freydey!
I have many frayed days myself. And I no go.
You know the kids not forging this himself, otherwise with a great teacher like your wife this would be grammatically correct.
Tahnk Godd itz Fraydey
It doesn't REALLY say what Marlon 'no go' to.
We don't even know why, all we know is that someone named Beacuse is sick.
The best part is when they scribbled over their initial attempt at writing 'Thank You'. Obviously they caught a spelling mistake that they felt was unacceptable.
They wanted the note to be perfect.
Will her student write me a note too? I need to get the fuck out of here.
I noticed that, even though it's more than 7 months into the school year, the mother apparently doesn't know the name of her child's teacher. Unless, of course, your ex-wife's name is actually "Teacher."
I know my daughter's teacher's first and last names, e-mail, and cell number; and we are friends on facebook.
I think I'm just gonna start calling you, "Blogger."
totally stealing that and calling out sick when i get frayed on tequila.
Maybe she meant her daughter was not going to join in the "fray" and spelled that wrong. I'm sure that Friday is fray day in elementary school!
too funny. I love Fraydeys!
I'm still concerned. Did the parent or student write this? Can your ex even tell?
Wasn't Fraydey a character in The Lord of the Rings?
i dunt get it. what wrong wit dis note?
I'm actually impressed his guardian (cause you KNOW he's not living with his real mommma) had the foresight to even write a note.
I don't think it's the kid that needs to go to school...
This makes me want to cry.
Sometimes I have a fraydey, too. Luckily they don't happen too often!
I just have to commend you and your ex on sharing these kind of experiences. Nothing says "great relationship between exes" like free blog fodder.
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