~Thirty-Three~
Bloody Mary's gone, so I thought I'd make the post I was supposed to. I'm going away for a week, since Aunt Helen and I thought we and mother needed a vacation. The timing is perfect for everything, except for these hallucinations.
I like the guy who keep offering packing advice much better than the dogs, or Bloody Mary. Except for when he snuck up on me with a pile of books, and I dropped them on my toe. Ouch. It's because of his green hair, I blame that - have you met anyone with green hair? And he crosses his eyes and jumps here when I least expected it. And then laughs, it's not fair.
But, er, I'll be back soon. I'm going to have a great time, even if these people keep showing up. I'll let you know that on Sunday, I'm going to have an especially good time and do nothing related to the holiday that's come up.
So there.
I like the guy who keep offering packing advice much better than the dogs, or Bloody Mary. Except for when he snuck up on me with a pile of books, and I dropped them on my toe. Ouch. It's because of his green hair, I blame that - have you met anyone with green hair? And he crosses his eyes and jumps here when I least expected it. And then laughs, it's not fair.
But, er, I'll be back soon. I'm going to have a great time, even if these people keep showing up. I'll let you know that on Sunday, I'm going to have an especially good time and do nothing related to the holiday that's come up.
So there.