Damn cats always scratching the damn furniture. Not only that, they pissed in the storeroom, and now it smells of cat pee. I remember that awful day in grade nine...I pulled my sandwich out of my lunch bag and took a huge bite. Not to name names but someone *ahemPoeahem* peed on my lunch bag, rendering my sandwich awful. I thought I was going to be sick. Emily laughed.
I'm supposed to be putting together this REALLY corny scrapbook together for my Dad. I love Dad. Except the scrapbook has pictures of me as a little kid. I did a lot of embaressing things. My favourite picture is when I was four and Meagan and I went to a halloween party, dressed as a pirate with a tinfoil sword, Welsh dragon slippers, a big pirate hat and a penguin toy taped to my shoulder. Mick is carrying me in the photo, and dancing with me. I like that one because I actually remember that day. My big pirate hat fell off and got trodden on, so Mick let me wear his army hat. I was so happy. Meagan was jealous because I got picked up, but she couldn't be. She went as a box of Smarties.
Sorry...I'm kinda preoccupied with burning my kitchen to a crisp. I can't even shell boiled eggs! This has gone to crack...
I'm listening to Video Killed the Radio Star! That's the bestest song.
Can't wait for Friday...:3