Making good use of a four-day weekend, we had a little get together at the Wells household. That’s a bit understatement, we had a Bacon Party. The rules were that everyone had to bring a dish and a main ingredient of it had to be bacon.
About a month before the school year started, I was informed by a text message that I had been drafted into the Staff Mustache Race. As Knutson said, “there are no winners in a mustache contest”; here they were on the last day of ‘stashness:
You’d think innocent enough conversations in the staff lounge would stay just that, but apparently that isn’t so.