We never made it to Hong Kong Royal yesterday for dim sum. I had to settle for grilled cheese on low-carb white bread with sugar-free sweet pickles because I was asleep almost all day — just like Saturday — and couldn’t talk myself into wearing a brassiere for any reason whatsoever, including shrimp dumplings. I felt like a first-class sloth and loved every minute of it. How’s your three-day weekend shaping up?
And now, dear friends, a story from The Annals of Marcy’s Frequently Forgettable Childhood to brighten your Memorial Day! I was an eighth grader at Old Orchard Junior High in Skokie, Illinois, on this date in 1965 — 49 years ago today! — when a tornado lifted the roof off my school and dumped a mountain of crap on the faculty parking lot. At the time (I’m guessing around 9 a.m.) my social studies class was waiting just inside the main entrance for an approaching school bus to take us on a field trip, so we had a close-up view of the action and probably screamed louder than anybody else in the building. The school sent us all home afterwards because we were a bunch of nervous wrecks, and I think I remember getting the next day off, too. The following photo was taken when cleanup started on May 27.
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