Saturday, January 01, 2005

"I don't want to be a breakdancer. I have the balance of a drunken raccoon!"

Yeah. My brother just said that.

Note: Vodka and fireworks do NOT agree with each other.

I just spent an hour dodging firecrackers because my step father and my uncle were liquored up and throwing them at people, namely my uncle throwing them at my step father. I was just holding my breath until my step father was engulfed in flames from the boozeahol fumes and sparks colliding. It would have been the best New Year's Eve EVER!

Made the mistake of calling myself a fat kid in front of my uncle while eating pizza. I think I have a new "nickname." That is if he remembers any of it.

My little brother is now flopping on the hardwood floors. He just took to yelling "fish out of water!" and I looked up and he was on his stomach making a fish face and moving his fingers like gills and legs like fins. Now, "I'm a rockinghorse! *grabs legs and rocks*"

Wow. Our gene pool needs a "No Diving" sign.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

FireCrackers Scare me. You're brother is funny (and "Funny") Too bad about the uncle.

*L* Atleast they didn't shoot off a cannon!! My uncle loaded it and it started raining. His response? "Well, I can't back out now!!" So he stood out in the pouring rain to light the dang-gum thing rather than wait out the shower *shakes head*
~Amelia~

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