Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Happy belated birthday, Linda!!
Yes, I know yesterday was her real birthday, but I couldn't go on the computer to write anything!!
This is about the only picture I could fund of us together. That's sad.
Feel the love.
Did you wish her a happy birthday? If you didn't...
...she'll stalk you!
Happy (belated) birthday Linda! :D
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Just a quick note, that title has absolutely
to do with the post.
Today I realized how silly I am!
When I make tea, I always squeeze out the teabag because I like my tea to be tea and not coloured water.
But I never use a spoon to do it.
I use my fingers.
I grab the super hot teabag out of the cup and begin to squeeze it with my middle finger and my second finger.
I then yelp in pain because poor little fingers don't always like to be pressed on a boiling hot teabag.
As I flinch, I transfer the bag from on hand to the other, then I squeeze with my middle finger and thumb on that side.
After doing that I wait a second for the heat to wear off.
..then I do it with my thumbs and second fingers on both hands!!
Then I throw the used teabag out and shake my hands.
I sigh happily as if that stuff never happened, then I take my tea, and drink happily.
(But, for some strange reason, I never do it to Dad's tea or anyone else's. Only mine.)
Why am I so strange?
Friday, June 4, 2010
Ookay, so I admit...
I'm an awful blogger. :P
I have nothing to write, really. I'm boring. Very boring.
And yet you're still reading. Hum.
I had some fun with Micheal-man today. The day before yesterday was his birthday, he turned 6. *face screws up trying to make brain compute*
I was teasing him today, saying he turned 5.
"Well!" I said happily to him in the kitchen, "Aren't you glad you turned five?"
"No, I turned 6." He calmly said.
"You...turned...5." I said, acting confused.
"You mean you'll be six
year." I said, nodding my head.
"Si-ix." Micheal said in a sing song voice.
"OH! I get it! You're....seven!"
I turned to Adeena. "Micheal's seven, right?" I asked.
"No, he's five." Adeena said, giving a look that said 'doesn't everybody know that?'
"See? Told ya'. Five." I said triumphantly.
"You're mom said you're five."
"Oh oh oh oh!!