I'm expanding. Date headings are so Adrian Mole. Read on.
All of my clothes is gathered in an untidy pile. I took me ages to find a decent pair of pants. Once our new wardrobes are done, I made a vow to invest in some trendy pants. I thought that with my new health concious lifestyle (zero exercises undertaken since announced), I deserved some pants to go with my washboard stomach.
Dad came over to help with some more wardrobe assembly. We watched karate kid as we put drawers together. Dad remarked about the engineering involved in something as simple as cupboards. I stifled a yawn. I sat on a tube of glue and got glue everywhere. He shook his head in disappointment and said the following:
"Son, It's things like this that make me glad that I am not your natural father"
Still not quite sure what he means. He's such a mystery, my dad.
After he left, I decided to cut my front hedge. After all this time that I thought it was with one of my brothers but it was actually sat in my utility room (note: utility room has nothing to do with Batman). After accusing ALL my brothers of stealing it, Karma came around and made me slice through the wire. The fuse in the house tripped and now I have to rewire it. I finished the rest of the hedge with my teeth. I took a while.
Leaaving Koulla to be looked after by the TV, I dashed to the school quiz which Kyp kindly invited me to. They expected big things from me as I have hundreds of history books lying around. None of them actually know that I do not read them and that I only look at the pictures. I hoped that there were questions on Transformers (the cartoon, not the electrical thingie). I'm a national expert on this subject. Unfortunately we went on to lost the quiz. I overuled Maria on a question about Jack Chirac which she had correct. She stabbed me in the arm with a pen when the answers were read out.
Although the quiz was good spirited, losing never did wash well with the Michael brothers. Kyp threw several cans of coke at the winning team. Hell broke loose. At one point I stumbled on a severed arm! When I heard the sirens, I made a hasty exit. I hope none of my friends get locked up.
Tomorrow we are visiting the in-laws. I plan to talk in jive speak for the entire visit.
Saturday, 31 May 2008
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