"Never hold discussions with the monkey when the organ grinder is in the room." Winston Churchill

Who wants some diet cream soda?
I did. So I went to Kroger and bought it. This Kroger adventure (probably like the fifth of the day because Kroger is like heaven's waiting room) came after a 4H meeting with my little sister. My little sister's brain is like a bouncy ball that has been thrown into an empty room so someone has to go with her in order to take notes on the important information. This meeting was delightful; I really honestly wish I would have done 4H in school. Anyways, there was the cutest little girl at this 4H meeting, and today was her turn to give her demonstration. As if this child was not cute enough, she had a lisp. Most people make fun of lisps; I ENVY them. My mom wanted to name me Shelly Sue Shellabarger..in which case I probably would have had a lisp, I despise the fact that she did not. And not only was she an adorable girl with a lisp, but her demonstration was on SUGAR cookieS. Imagine how many times she said SUGAR. It was beautiful. I tried to steal her, but her mom hit me in the kneecaps with her phanny pack. My plan was foiled, so I washed away my sorrow with diet cream soda.

Other than 4H, I made up an awesome game today. It's called "I Really Hope That's Strawberry Jelly." I won, thank goodness. This game started around my nap time. See, I got up at the titty of dawn again to run before I constructed an array of delicious deli sandwiches, so I was a tiny bit tired by 5:30 this afternoon. I laid down for my nap, but I have this stupid habit of falling asleep to the show Cold Case Files on A&E. What's the last image you want to see before you sleep? I should be picking a pink bunny dancing with a small child with a lisp, but for some reason I chose the image of a human being who has had horrid things done to them. Anyways, I guess it's important that you know I had a peanut butter sandwich with strawberry jelly from a squeezable jar for dinner. So, I sleep. I woke up from a nightmare and noticed a giant red spot covering my left arm and the image of a mutilated human being on the TV. I instantly thought I had been stabbed, and I was about to die a slow painful death. But instead of screaming for help, I fell back asleep. And that was the game, I just hoped it was strawberry jelly, and I'm alive to type this blog, so I guess I won. But I would really not advice anyone to play this game; It's quite careless.

Now I must help nipple knower with her homework.

Keep Letting It Be,
Em