How many hard plastic balls are in my house?Â Magoo, who is obviously practicing to be a professional pitcher someday, spends much of his time screeching like a nazgul and laying waste to the princesses in his path.Â
Hopefully Laylee can find a job as the town crier, weeping and hiding from an infant. She is completely obsessed with gum.Â What did you do today?Â Chewed gum and played dodge-ball involuntarily while squealing like a pig.
Ouch.Â Dude.Â He just whipped me in the head with a rolled up knee-high.Â Yes.Â Our house contains knee-highs.Â It also contains a couple of pairs of pants with elastic waistbands, whole-wheat pasta and 2-6 framed pictures ofÂ me and DanÂ kissing madly.Â See why I’ve never invited you over?Â You probably wouldn’t like it here.
I bought the DVD Emma again and season 4 of Monk.Â Since we already own Emma, some lucky family member will probably get it for Christmas or Mother’s Day.Â It’s a good one.Â I promise.Â I bought it, like twice.Â
I passed on the age old myth of the gum in the tum never being digested.Â
I thought about Jim and Pam.Â Will they end up like Angela and Tony, dragging it out for 8 seasons?Â Because really, I cannot take 8 seasons.Â They must be together.
I erased a “?” and a “>” and suddenly my blog was no more.Â I put them back and my blog reappeared…like magic.Â I decided that PHP is dark magic and must be stopped.
I reported a guy driving well.Â He had one of those stickers that said “How’s My Driving? — Call this number.”Â I am obedient so I called the number.Â From the silence on the other end when I told her that there was no “incident” except safe courteous drivemanship, I’m guessing not many people call to report good driving.Â I hope he got a raise.
That is all.