A gallon of toilet water splashed all over me while I was screaming. . . .īut I DIDN’T have my head stuck inside the toilet bowl, GUZZLING the water like I was dying of thirst or something. Well, I wouldn’t drink it on purpose, anyway.Ī few weeks ago Brianna’s teddy bear, Hans, accidentally fell into the toilet. I would NEVER, EVER drink anything as gross as TOILET water! EWW ! YES! I’ll admit I had to dig through the garbage to find it.Īnd there was a big blob of jelly, a half-eaten fish stick, and slimy oatmeal stuck to the outside of the bag that looked pretty nasty.īut the cupcake inside seemed okay, so I actually ATE it. . . . I’d actually JUST purchased it from the CupCakery. Like the time Brianna accidentally threw away the little white bag that contained my double-chocolate, double-fudge cupcake. I would NEVER, EVER eat out of the GARBAGE! EWW ! That’s when I started to wonder if Brianna had been gossiping about me to Brandon behind my back. I could NOT believe he’d actually asked me such a PERSONAL question. I’m very sure YOU don’t eat out of the garbage or drink out of the toilet. I barely make it through the TEN minutes of warm-up exercises in PE class, I muttered in frustration.Īctually, the obedience training is for DAISY. But obedience training sounds SUPERintense. Hey, maybe some obedience training will solve your problem! Brandon said. If Daisy was a toy dog, I swear I’d take out her batteries and throw them away! I grumbled. That’s when I told him about all the mischief that Daisy had gotten into.īrandon, I’m completely exhausted, and I just got out of bed an hour ago. You decided to roll around in a mud puddle? Brandon grinned.īrandon explained that he was up early delivering material to the person designing a donation website for Fuzzy Friends Animal Rescue Center, where he volunteers.ĭaisy happily wagged her tail and stared at Brandon like he was a human-sized doggie snack. Daisy and I were just taking a little walk, and . . . It was quite obvious he was trying his best not to further HUMILIATE me by laughing. I wanted to open our mailbox, climb inside it, and DIE!!īrandon’s eyes twinkled as he bit his lower lip. I was completely covered in Daisy’s muddy paw prints, from head to toe. I was desperately trying to drag her back into the house when I unexpectedly ran into . . . OMG! It looked like Daisy and I had been in a mud-wrestling match. I had barely started cleaning up the huge mess Daisy had made when I had to rush her outside to use the bathroom.Īfterward, she waded through a mud puddle and then playfully jumped all over me. There is just ONE major difference between Daisy and my bratty little sister, Brianna.īrianna is supposed to go potty INSIDE but sometimes has accidents OUTSIDE! And Daisy is supposed to go potty OUTSIDE but sometimes has accidents INSIDE! I just could NOT understand how something so small, cute, and cuddly could completely TRASH our home in less than three minutes. But hey! She’s MY adorable little sneaky sausage snatcher! I can’t believe Daisy is actually a SNEAKY SAUSAGE SNATCHER. ME, SCOLDING DAISY FOR BEING A VERY BAD DOG! I was just about to eat breakfast and head off to school. . . . How I got this acute case of crush-itis is kind of a long and complicated story. Unfortunately, there is no known CURE. . . . because I feel so INSANELY happy, I could VOMIT sunshine, rainbows, confetti, glitter, and those cute little Skittles candy thingies! My heart is pounding, my palms are sweaty, and the butterflies fluttering around inside my stomach are making me feel a little queasy. OMG! I wonder if I’m actually falling in . . . SQUEEEEEE !! I think I’m suffering from a severe case of CRUSH-ITIS!!
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