I already posted
Wed. night I posted, but it was just between me and me. Although, it was a literary gem, so imagine it for yourself...
Tonight was going to be a happy post, but then Adam talked. I really hope I never came from his level. With Aimee barely passing 5th grade and Adam being...Adam, I'm beginning to wonder if I'm the only one in the family with sense. Here's tonight's scenario:
Adam keeps the TV on for as long as he can, after he's been told to go to bed, then meanders over to the water cooler, trinkles out enough to fit in a straw. Then he creeps over to the computer desk where I am, leans to my ear and spits it at me. Unfased, obviously not pleasing Adam, I continue in my work while he walks to the trash can and rips one. As he reaches for a Little Debbie to replace what that last action took out of him, he exclaims, "Mamacita, that's the spot." Then he spends the next 5 minutes railing my addiction to the livejournal. I'm just glad I can form complete sentences.
Oh well, I'm still the better person. In some respectst that is, man that makes me think about last night.
Today was the sub sale for the Chorus and my mom is still sane. I'm happy because I spent all day "delivering" subs, aka hanging out with Matt Parnell at McDonalds and with Mrs Tyndall (cough cough wheeze.)
Thanks Catie Ramsey of Boiling Springs, GA for today's "Encourage Andrew IM" She's such a pal. Bye guys.