"How old is the average ten-year-old?" "..." "...*headesk*"
, crackOkay, is it just me, or is it a fact that every time I'm not home something weird happens?
I get home from a slightly-boring weekend over my dad's (boring except for an amusing lunch at Asashi's with Corinne and Kathy... that cost $50 we had to split *headesk*), only to see my bedroom floor entirely picked up and vacumed, a ton of my crap plopped on my bed, and a very large hole in my bedroom door. Apparently, on friday night, when I was over my dad's, carpenter ants came out of the bedroom wall near my window. They were swarming: all over the walls and ceiling and floor and also coming out onto the stair landing. Ma put poison along that wall on friday, and ever since I got back I've woken up to watch the newest batch of insectoid invaders have their death throes on my rug ever morning. It's... kind of entertaining to watch, really. Pity no one got pictures.
And the hole in my door? Kevin tried to fix the lock. With a rubber mallet. I'm getting a new door after three years of having on that doesn't work finally.
Spent Sunday over the Crissinger's, for Beamish's birthday. Since we showed up at 1 and dinner didn't start until 4, Molly, Nicole, and I watched the first disk and half of disk two of Fraggle Rock. Yes. Fraggle Rock. I do not lie. Molly got the entire series for her birthday, and I grew up with Fraggle Rock and adore it to pieces. Jim Henson was a genius, I tell you; genius.
Nicole and I have decided to make Colleen an "ass cake" for her 17th birthday in August (family rule: once you turn 17 you have an ass, not a bum). You know those Betty Crocker cake pans where they're dome-shaped and have room in the middle to fill it with stuff? Yeah; take two of those, and put 'em side by side. Voila. One homemade ass cake to go. I figure we can fill them with fruit or ice cream... my sister, though?
Nicole: Fill the cakes with brown frosting!
Me: *snickers* I think that'd be waaay too much frosting. Chocolate ice cream.
Nicole: No! Why don't you listen to me? Look, Chels, I like cheese *is all serious-like*.
Me: ...
And she didn't even notice she said "cheese" until Colleen and I burst out laughing. We're a bunch of nitwits.
Oh, and for the record? I don't like grooming dogs that try to fling themselves off the grooming table in a dramatic attempt to hang themselves with a posh purple grooming lead, kthnx.
Doctor's appointment, today; I think my ear infection is back, 'cause when I was using a Q-tip on Saturday over my dad's because it felt like something in my ear was leaking, I had some blood on the tip. x.x Could explain why I've had such horrendous headaches and have been waking up at two in the morning gee, ya think, Chels?.