(insert suspenseful music here)...(ok, now insert dramatic opera)
I came home during 2nd period because I thought my stomach was going to explode. when I got home I cried and threw up and cried some more, etc. I made soup, but in reality I only made a mess. I spilled it all over the floor. It was a sign from my stomach telling me not to eat. I tried to watch some T.V. but my eyes wouldn't stay open. I tried to sleep, but mysteriously over night 57485146150 flies came into our house, and they kept me awake.
I decided I had enough of this. By "this" I mean everything. I went on a fly killing rampage. I showed that fly swatter no mercy. when the flies were dead and gone, I realized my house was a mess. so I cleaned. oh, beleive me, I wiped and vacuumed and swept and cloroxed and febreezed and dusted the bejesus out of this house. I even cleaned in the little crack next to the oven where it doesn't fit quite right into the counter.
I actually feel better. I am on a mission to fix all of "this". It may have started in my living room with spilled chicken noodle soup, but don't overlook it....things will be changing.
I decided I had enough of this. By "this" I mean everything. I went on a fly killing rampage. I showed that fly swatter no mercy. when the flies were dead and gone, I realized my house was a mess. so I cleaned. oh, beleive me, I wiped and vacuumed and swept and cloroxed and febreezed and dusted the bejesus out of this house. I even cleaned in the little crack next to the oven where it doesn't fit quite right into the counter.
I actually feel better. I am on a mission to fix all of "this". It may have started in my living room with spilled chicken noodle soup, but don't overlook it....things will be changing.