The Principal and the "Principle" of Always Proofreading

We love our middle-school principal. He does fun things like dress up as Batman for the last band concert. He "chased" a popular teacher dressed up as the Joker all over the gym while the kids played the Batman theme song. His heart is certainly in the right place, and that's almost all that matters in that job!

Almost:

1) He sent out a congratulatory letter since our daughter has received the President's Education Award. It signifies that she has earned a GPA of 3.5 or higher. However, he wrote that this was "dubious recognition." Ow! Has the President's over-standardization and dumbing down of Common Core gone THAT far, as to make academic excellence "dubious"?!?

2) We are invited to a reception honoring students receiving this "dubious recognition." One place on the letter says it starts at 7 a.m. Another place says 7:15 a.m. We'll shoot for 7:07:30.

3) For breakfast, the invitation proclaims, they will serve "roles" and coffees. Gee: should I play the role of a fairy godmother? A villain? Or a long-suffering parent and taxpayer who is tolerant of boo-boo's over and over again from our public school employees, but feeling more and more "dubious". . . .

OBAMACARE MAY BE MAKING US
MORE DEPENDENT ON OUR EMPLOYERS
FOR HEALTH CARE . . .
BUT THIS IS RIDICULOUS

The receptionist at our tennis place was telling us a funny story. It had to do with something that had happened at the workplace. Then he made a bit of a Freudian slip.

He said, "I couldn't wait to tell my owner. . . ."

Our eyebrows raised.

He quickly corrected, "I mean, my BOSS, the owner of this place."

Too late. Couldn't shake the image of him down on all fours, panting obediently and trotting along, connected by a collar and a leash to the nice lady who owns the tennis facility.

We will gleefully . . . dog . . . him about that for a long time to come.