Friday, June 20, 2008
Selling my son to Santa Claus.
Look what I did!
I traded the boy for two ice cream cones!
I traded him for ONE ice cream cone.
Then I bought another one to celebrate.
I don't know what his problem was but he was all like "wah. wah!"
And then he was doing that little chirping noise that he knows I can't ignore.
So I was like "See ya!".
I am just kidding.
About the whole thing.
Except for how he was annoying the crap out of me.
Judging by the smell I think he annoyed the crap out of himself.
I am going home to see the family.
I am going to jump off a pier and eat a whole Kringle.
That is all I have planned.
Also I might stock up on a couple pairs of Crocs.
Like maybe some red ones.
You know, for my gang.
So I have something to wear to the meetings.