I'M NOT GOING BACK TO SCHOOL FOR MAYONAISE

Terry and I were fixin' supper tonight. He needed mayo, but I left it in the fridge at school in my lunchbox with the tuna. That's the way life can be when there's a teacher in the house. Need the hammer? Needle and thread? Scale? Just about anything useful? Too bad. They live in the classroom now. Even my DVD player was stolen by the classroom last year, but the apartment had temporary custody over the summer and hasn't sent it back yet. Does your job steal your stuff, too?