It's a giant jelly-filled fly. Disgusting.
That night as I pulled back my comforter to get into bed, I looked down and saw that big nasty thing lying on my sheet (the fly, not Luke). I screamed, a frightened, little girl scream. Luke was laughing. He was obviously responsible.
I looked over at him and said, "You're Rude! You're a rude dude."
...I'm still laughing at that one. It was worth it just to be able to say that to him.
Warning: This Blog may offend. Someone once described me as "straight from the school yard". It's true. I have the sense of humor and the wardrobe of a 13 year old boy. If you're looking for a blog that is thought provoking, clever or cute... move along.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Rude Dude
Remember when I scared Raegan with the Dollar Tree witch mask she gave me? What goes around comes around. Raegan went on another daddy-daughter date to the Dollar Tree. She bought Luke this.