Brandt always sits by the projector.
It's his spot.
And speaking of his spot, Kal settled himself into my spot, thinking he was going to eat
my popcorn, and my candy, and drink my soda.
I was hard pressed to get him onto my lap so I had someplace to sit.
We had some technical issues with the screen.
I hadn't put enough tape on the sheet we always hang up over the window, and it kept falling down.
Everyone thought it was hilarious that as I fixed it,
I had chickens projected on my bum.
"Do these chickens make my butt look fat?"
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