Shredder Scissors

A trip to Hancock fabrics called for another Blunder.
As Danny perused the 50%  sale fabrics Brett and I stood in line at the cash register.
Displayed on the rack at the register were "Shredder Scissors"

Brett picked up the package and began to read aloud,

"Skip the mechanical hassle and shred by hand with Shredder Scissors

Stop Identity thief..."

hmmm.

"Identity thief?" i asked.

"There's just one individual out there, going around stealing everyone's identities?"

He cleared his throat and returned the scissors to the rack.

"In my head I said theft... Identity Theft!"



The Underground Railroad

This fall break our family went to San Francisco

along the way Brett had many blunders...

As we made our way through SanFran in the car, dad had the habit of not knowing exactly which way to go.
We ended up turning around many a time.
At one point, dad asked if anyone could tell which way was north.
we all began to debate among ourselves and suddenly Brett yelled,

"THERE'S NO MOSS ON THESE TREES!"

During the time we'd all been trying to figure it out, Brett had been searching for moss on the trees, obviously because moss grows on the north side of a tree.

Duh.

The Beginning

Oh Brett.

Dear, dear Brett

There's this boy

and his name is Brett.

Sometimes he has moments

that we lovingly call

Brett's Blunders

If you know him, then you know what i mean.

But for those of you who don't, or just aren't around to hear them,

I come to share.