It all started out as an ordinary day, man. Mrs. Krabaple, my stupid teacher wanted us to do a project on the most intense, exciting دن of our vacation. Truth is, I actually DID my project, instead of getting my dog, Santa's Little Helper to eat a piece of paper with the alphabet and some made up curse words Milhouse made up that I thought were dumb. Anyway, all these kids had these boring stories, while I was remembering mine: It started two weeks ago, when Homer came home, not miserable یا went to Moe's before coming home. He seemed so giddy and excited.