I really did take that picture below this post the other night after dinner. (I couldn't take it during dinner, and by all means, there were leftovers.) 

So yes. 

And it's not spinach, for anyone who thought it was.

Side dish, meet World. World, meet side dish.

I know.

Interview with Winnernerd Part Whatever

Interview Lady: So how have things been?

Winnernerd: Wonderful. And you?

Interview Lady: Great! I just got my masters in reporting.

Winnernerd: Really? What site did you order it off of; I want one too!

Interview Lady: Shut up.

Winnernerd: Why?

Interview Lady: Because I thought you were gonna be nice and you're not.

Winnernerd: What?

Interview Lady: I said, because I thought you were gonna be nice and you're not.

Winnernerd: What?

Interview Lady: I SAID, because I thought you were gonna be nice and you're not.

Winnernerd: What?

Interview Lady: I SAID BECAUSE I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONNA BE NICE AND YOU'RE NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Winnernerd: Huh?

Interview Lady: BECAUSE YOU'RE A @$$&&@$% #$^#^  #$%^#$%^* #!##$%!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Winnernerd: Oh.

Interview Lady: Ugh. Whatever, jerk.

Winnernerd: What?

Interview Lady at extreme Volume: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Winnernerd: Yeesh, do you want me to get you a pillow to hit or something?!?!?

Interview Lady: That is IT I have HAD IT with you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Storms out of room.)

Winnernerd: (Props feet up on coffee table and opens up magazine) Ok. 

Heck no!

My........ my........ my......... instant...... messaging.............. icon............ is............. dead.......... WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I AM NOT YOUR MAID!

I was typing on this very laptop, which was set on the table in my living room. My mom walks in, looks at the disaster of a table, (it's really, really messy,) and looks at me. I brace myself for battle, and put on my most innocent, truthful, child-like face.

Mom: This table is a mess. I want it all gone; all cleaned up. What is all this stuff?

Me: (Smiling and acting cute) The balloons and stickers are mine. (They really are.)

Mom: I want it all gone!

This will be interesting....

Griffin and I ended up as partners for a Social Studies project today, don't ask me how. 

Of course this happens at the peak of our "War" and G-d knows how the presentation will blow over.....

To everybody but Griffin- Don't laugh when I end up freezing in front of the class during the presentation.

Griffin- Don't forget the poster-board. 

This WILL be interesting.

THERE'S A TIME WHEN WE ALL NEED TO FIGHT BACK: TRAUMATIZING ACTS BY GRIFFIN

For those have you been to griffinanderson.blogspot.com, there is a post called Traumatizing Acts by Winnernerd. Well, there comes a time when we all need to fight back. Now.

TRAUMATIZING ACTS BY GRIFFIN

1. He got upset when the restaurant undercooked his peppers.... and took them all off his pizza. "How dare they undercook my peppers!!!!!"
2. He got his head stuck on one of the rides at a fair.... while it was upside down.
3. He forgot his name during his math class. (Honors. Really.)
4. He..... uh..... lost a bet in which we both had to talk with English Accents and act very proper.
5. He was walking outside and then got hit by a sprinkler.
6. I think my little brother sprayed him with a hose. 

   7.He went down the slide on the play-structure in my backyard while soaking wet...... and kept sliding on the grass after the slide ended.

8. He once stored a waterballoon in his pocket and, naturally, it popped. While in his pocket.

More to be added. Keep checking.

It's that time again......

Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not. ~Dr. Seuss

TODAY WAS ONE OF THE LONGEST DAYS OF MY LIFE.

Oh. My. Gawd.

Well, I can't really blame the teachers for that, since most of them put in an effort to keep us awake. But still! I don't like this new, "Renovation." Luckily, the first day is usually the longest day anyway. And that's overwith. 

Whew.