"You two are dating...and if not, then you should be!"
Yesterday was fabulous. I worked, came home, found out the story behind my trash barrel gone missing, hung out with Darcy, and Babs came over with Sean and make-up. Let's go into explicit detail about my yesterday, shall we?
I worked at the store for a few hours, which was cool. I like working there a lot of days, but other times I get annoyed. I had a good day there yesterday, though. :-) I came home, and we had something gross like kilbasa for dinner. During dinner, my father brought up my missing trash barrel. You see, I had this trash bucket, a light blue one. I had it for a few years, and it just sort of disappeared one day two summers ago. My dad has been badgering me about it nonstop for this period of time, and last night during supper the topic came up in discussion, once again.
Scene: My family, sitting around the table, discussing the current state of my room (which, by the way, I am apparently in danger of losing.)
Dad: I still don't understand how you lose a trash bucket!!!!!
Me: For the last time, I DON'T KNOW WHERE IT WENT!!!
Lindsey: I have a confession to make about the trash....
Six heads turn with interest towards her end of the table.
Lindsey: You see, my first year at PCC, I took it for my room. One day I was emptying the trash from my room out of it, and uhh....I kinda accidentally threw it away down the trash chute with everything else.....
Uproarous laughter erupts from the kitchen.
The End.
And that my friends is the story of my long, lost trash barrel. RIP, Trashy, you were a good garbage holder. I knew I didn't lose it!!!! It was Lindsey! And she wouldn't fess up to it!! So my dad has been harassing me about this stupid trash thing for over a year, and the whole time its been burning down in the center of the Earth somewhere. Hahahhahaha.
After that adventure, we picked up Darcy and she came over for a while. We were soon joined by Babs, who brought along lots of makeup. There was quite the fight over that. Hahahaha. Darcy and I colored pictures for each other. She made me a Barbie one. Heheheh. Ummm....and that was pretty much it. The house was in a state of chaos last night because there were so many people, but I loved it. It's so wonderful when everything is "cheery" and crazy like that.
Today, I ventured to Castle Island with my family. It was lovely!! I really do love that place so much. There are so many people to look at that you can keep yourself busy for hours on end. And now here I am...I have an itch on my head.
Woooooooooo!
I worked at the store for a few hours, which was cool. I like working there a lot of days, but other times I get annoyed. I had a good day there yesterday, though. :-) I came home, and we had something gross like kilbasa for dinner. During dinner, my father brought up my missing trash barrel. You see, I had this trash bucket, a light blue one. I had it for a few years, and it just sort of disappeared one day two summers ago. My dad has been badgering me about it nonstop for this period of time, and last night during supper the topic came up in discussion, once again.
Scene: My family, sitting around the table, discussing the current state of my room (which, by the way, I am apparently in danger of losing.)
Dad: I still don't understand how you lose a trash bucket!!!!!
Me: For the last time, I DON'T KNOW WHERE IT WENT!!!
Lindsey: I have a confession to make about the trash....
Six heads turn with interest towards her end of the table.
Lindsey: You see, my first year at PCC, I took it for my room. One day I was emptying the trash from my room out of it, and uhh....I kinda accidentally threw it away down the trash chute with everything else.....
Uproarous laughter erupts from the kitchen.
The End.
And that my friends is the story of my long, lost trash barrel. RIP, Trashy, you were a good garbage holder. I knew I didn't lose it!!!! It was Lindsey! And she wouldn't fess up to it!! So my dad has been harassing me about this stupid trash thing for over a year, and the whole time its been burning down in the center of the Earth somewhere. Hahahhahaha.
After that adventure, we picked up Darcy and she came over for a while. We were soon joined by Babs, who brought along lots of makeup. There was quite the fight over that. Hahahaha. Darcy and I colored pictures for each other. She made me a Barbie one. Heheheh. Ummm....and that was pretty much it. The house was in a state of chaos last night because there were so many people, but I loved it. It's so wonderful when everything is "cheery" and crazy like that.
Today, I ventured to Castle Island with my family. It was lovely!! I really do love that place so much. There are so many people to look at that you can keep yourself busy for hours on end. And now here I am...I have an itch on my head.
Woooooooooo!
3 Comments:
I can really picture that trash story many a times I threw things down the trash shoot that weren't supposed to go down at PCC, such as my hallmates.
-katieh
Hey there Moneybags. Buy any lives today?
Hey there, Moneybags.
That day sounded very adventurous. On my way to visit you at work, I came across this squirrel that had been run over, and the car had run him over in such a horribly functional way that the squirrels heart (or some other organ, it was pretty indistinguishable) had come flying out of his chest and bounced 5 feet away. I could see splatters of crushed squirrel tissue, blood, and sinew along this path. It was like someone popped a zit, but in place of bacteria, it was a squirrel's life.
Pretty freaky.
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