The night before school goes back frantic book covering. The bubbles and wrinkles and unintentionable covering of oneself. I am certain there must be a condition called contactitis: fear of failure in performance of covering treasured childrens' school books. Symptons: air bubbles, wrinkles, hair or dust under final product, small cuts in plastic to free air, inability to free hands from adhesive covers, constant cursing under breath. Excessive perspiration at times.
I think it was invented by teachers for revenge. I know it must have been created in the first place by a man, for what woman would ever design such a user-unfriendly product as contact?
Time for a Sunday Session methinks. Pop on over to Thea's for the blurb.
Here's my oldie:
And my newie:
Hey boys. You must know how much ya mumma loves you after this. Contact. Arrgh. Oh the pain.