Friday, February 27, 2009
Riley loves her GiGi. She gets to do whatever she wants when she comes over. Well, her favorite pastime is coloring. She will make one mark on the page and then move onto the next page. The pages weren't enough, so she moved onto her legs and arms. I had to take a pic when I came home to show her mother at a later date!!!!
I hate you biology and I WANT THE WORLD TO KNOW. You torture me all week with your chromatin and chloroplast. I don't care about how you get your air, whether it's cell respiration or anaroebic. You make me cringe with just the thought of you. I don't care if you are prokaryotic or eukaryotic. So what if you have a nucleus and your transported. I wish you knew how I despised you. I wish you could be me for a day. I wish you only knew just how much grief you cause me. I don't care if I ever see you again.
Aunt Haywee loves Neice Riwee. We always have a good time playing. On this particular night, we decided to make cupcakes since there was a party at her house the next day for her family. We got out all the mix and started our journey. I did most of the work if you can't tell. She did most of the eating. Oh, we enjoyed raw cake dough.. yes it had eggs in it and she didn't get salmonella. I never did, so I figured we were good to go. Then, we moved on to the icing. We made homeade icing with shortening and powdered sugar. I let her stick her finger in the bowl, eat it off the mixer and lick it off the spatula. She even licked a hunk of powdered sugar off my hand. She was cracked out and I went home!!!! She was so cracked out, she woke up, climbed out of bed and opened all the birthday presents for the next day. (oh yeah..it wasn't her birthday) Glad I went home!!! :)
We walk a little further to discover he removed the trash can from under the desk and attempted to rummage through it. There was nothing worth anything in the trash, so he ate the rug. Wow, way to go Poley.
Bless his soul, he was really sad about his bed. When he was ready to go to bed, he just keep looking at it and then looking at us... basically asking us to fix it. I just put all the stuffing back on it and didn't really clean it up. He would go over there for a sniff or two...then he started pawing it.. trying to put it back together. I really felt sorry for him, but I couldn't help but laugh. He finally realized we weren't going to do anything. So, he got in it and went night night. We made him suffer for a week or two. He now has a new bed... a $15 dollar bed thats leopard print! He's gonna be gay!