Monday, April 21, 2003
at 10:47 AMThe Little Engine That Could
About an hour ago I took a shower, which is all I have accomplished thus far. Chandler's mother dropped him off at about 7:45 here. He and Mr. Ed proceeded to play some Playstation II game as I lay on the couch, attempting to nap. The Father bought himself two gory games yesterday; Kailey played the one called "Dark Tower" (or some variation thereof) after Mr. Ed and Chandler vanished to play Legos upstairs.
Kailey, Edward, and Chandler are currently sitting in the garage with Anthony (one of the neighbor kids), either intently plotting world domination or pitching pennies.
Bullet just moaned behind me. The Mongoloid Children stress him out, too, poor little puppy dog. I patted his tummy sympathetically.
In two days I turn eighteen, which means I receive ice cream, pie (from the Flying Saucer Pie Company), and some miscellaneous gift from The Father. I requested a bicycle. I only hope it has parti-coloured streamers spewing out of the handlebars.
