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Soup up your nose I just had some soup for breakfast. But Rachel, you say, Soup is not a breakfast food! To you I say, lay off! But Rachel, the others say, it's 11:55 in the morning! That is no longer breakfast time! To them I say: Well, good point. That is why it's handy that soup is not a breakfast food, no? *wink* Anyway, I managed to get through it by making as much mess as I could without directly overturning the bowl onto the floor. It dripped, the spoon nearly went into the steaming hot mass of soup in the bowl (which it would have, had this been tomato soup. Every. Freaking. Time.) it splattered, and then, then my friends, a cracker split, right as I was about to enter it into my mouth, with soup atop it. Therefore, soup landed on the table, on my, on my arm, on my leg, on my shirt, and... Dang. I think soup went up my nose. That's a strange way to start a day, I'll tell ya. Last night was chock-full of VBS. I mean, really. All night long, VBS. And then, when I got home, VBS songs. Mr. Youth-Man and I have decided that the man who wrote these songs wants you to go home at night, and try to sleep...and when your head hits that pillow, it'll be all "Grab your kimono/come on and let's go/on an asian challenge!" To which we were all crying out in anguish. "NOOOOOOO! GET OUT OF MY BRAAAAAIN!" Or something to that effect. Y'know. There's no escaping the dreaded VBS music. Oi. I'm looking forward to Sunday, though. A) It'll be the last time I have to do these songs I'm crossing my fingers. I've lost all of 3 pounds with that bloody pill thing. Dad's lost like 7. I hate men. Speaking of, Dad needs a new layout desperately, so I'm going to see what I can do. Enjoy, people. <-Ghost-> |
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