Friday the 13th

It's Friday the 13th and nothing strange has happened yet. Should I be worried about the evening?
No unexpected calls.
No unexpected visitors.
No walls moving while I'm looking at them (I can't give any gaurantees about when I'm not looking at them, but everything seems to be where I left it).
Nothing strange at all.
Except.
Perhaps.
Perchance, even.
The Grade Six class in second period.
A swamp needed to be traversed. This was accomplished in the usual fashion of each jumping up and down on the rickety planks of which the bridge was fashioned in the hope that the span would bend enough that one could still get one's shoes wet without actually having to lower one's self to blatantly jumping into the water.
A hill was climbed. Sometimes more than once just for good measure.
And then...a contest ensued.
Civl. Collegial. Only a couple of minor injuries hardly worth reporting here.
After a tight, tense, almost Olympian battle, Team One ended the day on the south side of a 12-3 walloping.
If only I could have figured out what sport they were playing...

Beauty Shacks Up With Kindness

9:00 a.m. Do you know where your customs officer is?
If you don't know what that means, you probably shouldn't be reading this. Not that it's controversial, it just won't make sense.

First question of the day - which one's beauty and which one's kindness?

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