Believe it or not, reading all of these little Murdo Girl papers has made me fall in love with this little town. I may have to plan a visit. I’m thinking maybe July.
I’m a little nervous. Mom has to bring cookies to the PTA meeting tomorrow night. The note I brought home said, “Please bring 2 dozen homemade cookies to the PTA meeting.” Well, Mom didn’t read the homemade part the last time she had to bring cookies. She took two dozen Oreos. I like Oreos as much as the next kid, but I only eat them when there’s milk to dunk them in. They don’t have milk at a PTA meeting, and I have never seen homemade Oreos. I asked Mom to please bake cookies this time. I see she bought chocolate chips, so I’m hoping that’s a good sign.
My brother used to love the cherry turnovers Mom makes, until one day he saw the Pillsbury wrapper in the garbage can. He thought she made them from scratch. I still eat them, because I don’t care how she makes stuff unless it’s for PTA.
Murdo needs to raise money for something, so last Friday they had a bingo night uptown. Dad took my cousin Mark and me, and bought us a bunch of cards. We played for a long time, and it was fun, even though we weren’t winning anything. It was almost over when suddenly, Mark yelled BINGO before anyone else did. He won a beautiful ashtray. On the way home, Mark thanked Dad for taking us and paying for everything. He told Dad, he would have given him the ashtray, but he won it on a free game.
Mark is only one month older than I am. (so he is much older)
Well, last night was the PTA meeting. I crossed my fingers all the way home from school. I knew Roni Poppe was helping Mom, and I was afraid she wouldn’t have time to bake the cookies. When I walked in the door, I could smell something burning. I ran to the kitchen, just as Mom was taking burnt cookies out of the oven. I cried out, “Mom, you burned the PTA cookies! She said, “It’s okay. I only burned the last batch. I have two dozen good, chocolate chip cookies over here.” She showed me a plate of cookies with cling wrap over them. They were all ready to take to the PTA meeting.
Guess what? This morning Billy told me that Mom and Roni were so busy yesterday, Mom forgot about the cookies and had to buy them. I knew he was lying, because the cookies were burning in the oven when I got home. He said he found the box in the trash, and she burned store-bought cookies so I would think she made them. I still didn’t believe him, and I knew how to prove the cookies were homemade. I went to the cupboard where Mom keeps the chocolate chips. The bag Mom bought to make the cookies was still in there.
I didn’t feel as bad as I thought I would. Mom didn’t want me to worry about the PTA cookies. At least she didn’t buy Oreos. I just wonder why Billy keeps going through our trash.
We noticed when Mom is talking to people on the phone, she doesn’t say goodbye anymore. She said she has a lot of long-winded friends, and sometimes she can’t get them off the phone. She came up with an idea. She said when she is ready to quit talking, she hangs up. She doesn’t hang up on the other person, she hangs up on herself. She said people would never believe she hung up while she was the one talking. They would just think they had been accidentally disconnected. Sometimes, when I’m at a friend’s house, she hangs up on me. I just say goodbye anyway so they don’t know my own Mom hung up on me.
Dad went to a trap shoot today. He said he got 100 out of 100 and beat Uncle Wayne. My Dad was a sharp shooter in the Army, and he and Billy both like to hunt. Dad says he’ll take me hunting too after I pass the hunter safety course. He’s going to give me a 4-10 gun, whatever that is.
Francis Plumbing and Heating is really growing. I don’t know how many men work for Dad, but the other day, I heard someone ask, “Bill, how many men do you have working for you now?” Dad said, “Well, about half of them.” He was only kidding, because he always talks about all the good men who are friends too. Besides, they gave him that really nice chess set for Christmas.
Good pic of Billy holding the Porcelin Francis Plumbing and Heating ashtray…The Shop
One more thing before I have to finish this paper for the lady. Billy doesn’t know that Mom puts a raw egg in his chocolate milk in the mornings, because she thinks he needs eggs and he won’t eat one for breakfast.
Dad and Aunt Elna (Miller) have birthdays one day apart, but Dad is older.