Scrapbooking

Well, once upon a time, my mother scrapbooked constantly, and with a burning passion. She made a whole lot of scrapbooks. We keep them in a special cabinet in her bedroom built with shelves custom fit to her scrapbooks. It has glass doors so that you can see the books, but dust doesn't get in. She got rid of Dad's dresser so that this would fit in her room.

Well, she used to bring her scrapbooks to school, and show them off to all the booster parents. That's why they all know such embarassing things about me; sometimes they know more about me than I do. Eventually, Mr. Mason got wind of these scrapbooks, and I bet he saw some, too, but he said "why don't you be our booster historian?"

Well, Mom did some research, and there hasn't been a historian for a couple of years before her, so that's why none of you have heard of the position. Then Mr. Mason showed her a special drawer in the work room or somewhere that's crammed full with pictures of the past few years that no one has organized or dated.

And then she started on the scrapbook. I think she finished last years. I don't remember. No, no wait, I don't care. But then she was working on this years, and about the time of initiation, she said "Ashley, take this to school and give it to Jonathan Foster to give to his dad." And i said yes. But then I forgot. So I gave it to him later.

A couple of days later, she yelled at me because I never got it back from Jonathan, so I asked Jon, and he said his dad never gave it to him to give to me, so Mom asked Mr. Foster, and he said he gave it to Mr. Mason, so I was supposed to ask Mr. Mason, but I'm scared of him, so Mom did, but he said he never got it, so Mom emailed Mr. Pace and he said he'd look for it.

If anyone can find my mom's beloved scrapbook, which she loves more than me, I'd be willing to pay a few cents for it.