OMG. Morella just yapped something from her room. It's 9:00!! I am ready for bed! I figure I could indulge in a little reverse sleeping in since today was so long and arduous
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Aww, it's okay that that was your reaction! You were eight! Two bratty things I remember doing on Christmas: 1. I never really liked dolls, but one year there was a doll that must have been advertised on TV that if you pressed it's belly, it would make a kissy face or something, and I really wanted it. I'm sure I asked a million times and they probably got sick of me asking and told me I wasn't getting it. Well, my brother and sister had paper routes, so that meant my mom and dad did too, so on xmas morning, they were out delivering papers, and I went into the living room and opened the present I suspected was the doll! It was! But the weird thing is, I cannot remember any repercussions or anything. I can't imagine that they didn't notice, even if I tried to cover it up, right? Weird.
2. I had a huge collection of stuffed animals, and it became a joke about how every birthday/christmas I got another, and I think when I was around 10, it was apparent that I had too many, and I didn't want more-- or my family told me I shouldn't have more. So, we went to my Grandparents, and their present for me was s stuffed doggy-- and I exclaimed, Not another Stuffed Animal! Really loud... but it turned out it was a really cool Radio in the shape of a dog. Anyway, what if it had been a stuffed animal? That's pretty bratty to shout out!
PS: I never liked Barbie. My piano teacher made Barbie clothes, so she gave me a Barbie one year. I remember ripping its head off and throwing it in the bushes next to my house.
Two bratty things I remember doing on Christmas:
1. I never really liked dolls, but one year there was a doll that must have been advertised on TV that if you pressed it's belly, it would make a kissy face or something, and I really wanted it. I'm sure I asked a million times and they probably got sick of me asking and told me I wasn't getting it. Well, my brother and sister had paper routes, so that meant my mom and dad did too, so on xmas morning, they were out delivering papers, and I went into the living room and opened the present I suspected was the doll! It was! But the weird thing is, I cannot remember any repercussions or anything. I can't imagine that they didn't notice, even if I tried to cover it up, right? Weird.
2. I had a huge collection of stuffed animals, and it became a joke about how every birthday/christmas I got another, and I think when I was around 10, it was apparent that I had too many, and I didn't want more-- or my family told me I shouldn't have more. So, we went to my Grandparents, and their present for me was s stuffed doggy-- and I exclaimed, Not another Stuffed Animal! Really loud... but it turned out it was a really cool Radio in the shape of a dog. Anyway, what if it had been a stuffed animal? That's pretty bratty to shout out!
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