Et Cetera. . .Et Cetera. . .What Is This Et Cetera!?

There is no good title for this blog posting. And oh my Lord, to take a phrase from Miss Eloise of the New York Plaza, but what an interesting day it's been, to be sure. Golf. They are teaching us golf in PE. Golf, for Erik and Nadir's sakes! As in the thing with the clubs were you whack the ball. And here's the problem. The coaches knew nearly as much about it as we do. That is, nothing. So they showed us a lovely little video, hosted by a Mister Payne. . .Paine. . .Pain. . .Something. Don't remember. So, anyhow, our dear, dear, Master P was educating us upon the subject of golf ettiquette. A few nuggets of gold from his lecture.

"Now, kids, alcohol and golf don't mix." (Images of man and his friends attempting to tee off of a beer can. The shot goes well. The man and his friends duly freak out, hopping, skipping, and generally being joyous like a pack of fifth graders at recess.)

"Now, ladies, no miniskirts for golf attire, please." (Images of girl in swimsuit. X over her. Image of girl in miniskirt. X over her as well. Kat, watching, looks like she would like to Punjab Mr. P. Not because she wants to wear a miniskirt.)

This video must be seen to be believed.

On a happier note, I've mostly found my Phantom costume for Halloween. A fedora, an absolutely gorgeous long flowly brilliant cape, and a tux stolen from my dearest father. Not to mention black gloves in the Gerard Butler tradition, and a half mask which I made myself.

Bow to the illustrious Phantom of the Junior High. Bow, I say!

On other notes. . .I am well and truly tired of my siblings. So sorry, my dear Ayesha, but it must be said. Er, I'm just very over having these little maggots around all the time.

Ben: . . .You worry too much.

Kat: Oh, yes, I know. . .I know. . .

Luke: We are not maggots.

Kat: You do an impression of one remarkably well.

Luke: Yes, don't I?

Kat: . . .Go away. . .

Luke: (Leaves with the intention of getting that hammer and then reading Kat's emails.)

Ben: This is not good.

Kat: (Runs for it.) Oh, not maggots, hm? Play with them more?

Ben: Are you mocking me?

Luke: Yes.

Ben: I didn't mean you.

Kat: You're just a given.

Nadir: I worry.

Erik: I know. That's your character attribute.

Christine: I am speaking because Kat has just realized I don't talk enough.

Raoul: Ditto.

I remain, gentlemen, your faithful and obedient servant,

J.G.