2.) Take a picture of yourself right this minute without primping and explain to us why it is you have not washed your hair today.
3.) I just asked Pat to help me with a writing prompt so here's his: "What do you think about the NBA All Star game"...blech.
4.) What's your number one pet peeve? Develop a punishment for anyone caught in the act.
5.) Write about something mean you did to a sibling growing up.
So those are this weeks writing assignments. Hum..... If i had to sing I would want to rock out I LOVE ROCK AND ROLL. I always make Kitty sing that when we go to karaoke bars. well when we did go. It's 7 a.m. there will be no pictures at this moment, but I will gladly tell you I DID NOT wash my hair today because again....it's 7 a.m. and I'm already at work. I didn't watch the All star game but good for those fine gentlemen. I don't know what my number one pet peeve is.....so many to choose from. So I'll go with the mean thing you did to a sibling for $500 please.
I was, shall we say.....and angel growing up. a cute little blond haired pig tails sporting darling. Maybe the post should be list the things your sibling did to you that was wrong 5 ways from Saturday. That I could do. Let's see. Big Brother once tried to cut off my toes with a sword. He spray painted my head and dumped a feather pillow on me (the poor mans tar and feathering). His favorite thing was putting his remote control car up to my head and then turning it on so the wheels would get wrapped up in my hair and then standing there laughing while I had a remote control car hanging suspended from my hair. Yeah Big brother is AWESOME! I'm sure the list could go on forever. But Alas I will write about the actual prompt.
One day Big Brother and i were fighting, go figure. At our childhood home the first floor had doors into every room, contacting the whole first floor (minus the bathrom) to each other. We were able to chase each other all around the first floor in a circle, it was very tom and jerry of us. Anywho, we would fight and then the chase would begin. Well it always ended the same, with me getting beat up. Well not this time my friends. Off we go, around, around, around, and then up the stairs to the second floor, which is a really bad idea since there's only one way down and it's through Big Brother. So up the stairs I go into my parents room, who have a huge bed that we would roll across run around and back out the door. Typically that would be it. not this time. I went to roll across the bed and Big Brother grabbed my ankle. I'VE BEEN CAUGHT! MAN DOWN, MAN DOWN! So i did the only rational thing I could think of. I reached over grabbed the Magic Eight Ball (that my mom had confiscated from one of our fights) gripped it in my hand turned to my brother and cracked him right in the face with it. MAN DOWN, MAN DOWN. Needless to say that didn't score me any brownie points with the parents. Big Brother's eye swelled up and was black and blue and he REFUSED to go to school the next day. NO way would anyone know his LITTLE SISTER gave him a black eye. But i told everyone anyway. I plead self defense and was out on my own recognitions.
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