its on...

So I have officially waged war against my friend savanna to see who could make the most random posts.

Sooooooo.....

The pickle danced to the sound of the cave master beatboxing to Michael Jackson when he came to life and made me pancakes. They were marionberry and I hated the blue polka dot dress that Mr. Penguin hiccuped into existence on November 6th 1853. My hair was green then. the sound of hills were filled with photos of Julie Andrews. But then it happened....WHACK!!! He unfell asleep on the tope of the silver mixing bowl with a mountain of cookie dough. AHA! Eureka! Bamboozle! Mukapokkapookapocka!

BEAT THAT!!

Anyways, this week was good. I was just mowing my lawn and Gerard and his enteurage of dudes were outside playing basketball watching me awkwardly mowing my lawn. I was so embarrased because I looked gross and so did my lawn.

I wish that my lawn didn't have any weeds and i never had to mow it cause then I could just be happy in life without ever thinking about my lawn being a downer to my whole neighborhood.

Cause my lawn makes my family look like people who really don't care for their lawn, which is true. But I always know how I get annoyed at people who have icky lawns. So I can just imagine what my neighbors must think of our monstrosity of a lawn. sigh.

Well I'm done and tired