Tyler G.
Writing
I hit my freind in the back. It made a mark. It was redder than a baboons butt. Than I got in trouble. He told me to hit him. We had to write a sorry letter.
The End.
Mom’s note: This is spelled exactly how it was in the letter. I found this tucked away in last year’s student planner. He successfully avoided getting in trouble for this at home by hiding it.
Not as much as the last one. It’s not what I want, but I can look at it without wondering who the heck thought the layout was a good one (it sucked. badly) This one has at least a nice neat layout and doesn’t look like someone threw cyber boxes all over hell and back.
Here’s the coming ice age that was all the rage in the 70’s. The sun is less active. Sun less active = earth less warm. Imagine that.
I’m so cold I’m holding a Dunkin Donuts extra large hot coffee between my feet. I don’t want to drink it because all the hot will be gone and I’d rather use it to apply to my cold extremeties. Plus I don’t like hot coffee. I like it cold. No use having all that heat go to waste.
Would you believe my car door was frozen shut? I guess the sprinklers went off in the night and watered that side of my car. There was a 1/4 inch thick sheet of ice on the passenger side of my car. At least the sprinklers didn’t freeze. The grass was all crunchy with ice. The boys and I stomped on it and enjoyed the crackly crunchy noise. Then we all got in the car and whined about how freakin cold it was. I’m having my dad send me down a case of ice scrapers when they go on clearance up north. I could make a killing selling them on freeze warning nights.
You know what’s funny? Tonight is supposed to be even colder. Which means tomorrow morning will be even colder. My kids don’t have mittens or gloves, so this should be interesting.
I’m trying to think of what to cook for dinner that would require me to slave over a hot stove.
Yes, it is below freezing.
In the Orlando, FL area.
I want my global warming. It has been far colder the last two years than it has been in a long time. This year is far colder than last.
I really really need to figure out how to customize this template. I’m really hating it. I annoyed that I lost all my old blog clothes. And JS had the ability to save our templates, giving us a blog clothes closet. I really miss it.
My fingers are having a hard time typing. I’m cold. It’s only 44 degrees out here in sunny (not) warm Florida. I don’t want to put the heat up, but I’m shivering. I know the sun will warm the house sooner or later (like it does all summer) but I’m not sure I will last that long LOL.
Maybe I’ll go out to Dunkin Donuts for a cup of HOT coffee. Yes. That would be good. I can just hold it. Snuggle it. Caress it. Until I absorb all the heat from it. Then it will be cold enough to drink.
I’ll even hold it between my feets to warm the toesies, which are rarely cold, but are now protesting me wanting to throw on flip flops for the trip to DD. Tying sneakers is just too much effort. Not that I tie them. They are perma-tied so I just jam my footsies in. But socks. Too much effort. What? My feet just told me to just stuff them in sock free. Anything to prevent being exposed to the cold in the flip flops.
For the first time in over 2 years, the landlord wants to inspect the property. So we’ve had to clean it top to bottom with the boys messing it back up behind us. I am going to get no sleep tonight. I’m so annoyed I’m going to deliberately leave a trail of socks across my room.
That’ll show ‘em
I’ll give this new Journalspace a try. I’m just getting used to blogger now.
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