Gemma won’t fail now.
Meatball sandwich makes Hal dumb.
Rufus sings a song.
Brats make haikus fun.
All of us have special names.
Hal is Number Two.
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
Hal is Number Two.
Has anyone heard from Ginger…rather, is she STILL pregnant?
ducks and exits quickly in case she is still pregnant and has heard the question a billion times in the past week.
Mr. m and I went to dance class last night (blues dance – no, really!), then we went with the teachers to see *What the Bleep do We Know[/]. I went home feeling like my head had been turned inside out. And I have the Too Fat Polka stuck in my head because they played it in the movie. Argh.
Our cats aren’t getting along because we’ve been busy all week and haven’t been home to give them enough attention. Tonight we’ll stay home, though, so each one can get attention and be confident that he or she is the favorite cat.
The bird on my calendar this month is a pine grosbeak.
I just remembered what the meatball sandwich made me forget earlier:
This shirt is way too tight.
Obvious conclusion: Meatball sandwiches make you dumb and fat.
Girls,
If you don’t want to talk to a guy or if you’re not interested in him calling you here’s a little advice: “Dont give him your freaking phone number!!”
… That is all.