It's me again, and I am waiting for 6:30 to arrive so I can go downstairs and open my presents. It's a rule in our family that I have to wait till' 6:30 to get up because last year I didn't sleep a wink so I was REALLY grumpy in the morning, especially when I discovered Mom had accidentally spilled pepper on my eggs.
Doesn't that blue face just plainly say:
"My stomach is hungry. I will eat. Mussttt.... eeaaattt..." *DEPRESSED ABOUT HOUSE INSURANCE*Oo! Now this PINK one says:
"I am a dummy, and I am lost. Did you make sure to order plain pizza? Mushrooms. Now YOU'RE da dummy in our relationship." *WONDERS WHY HE IS IN A DOCTOR'S OFFICE*
Now THIS one is easy:
"I am happy. ...my face hurts." *SMILES AND SCARES LITTLE CHILDREN*
Now, I want to talk to you all about Christmas presents.
WHOA THERE, TEXAS!
You'll get them at 6:30. Now go back to bed.
Anyway, the presents are downstairs right now. I just know it. He wouldn't wait till' 3 to deliver, so I'm hoping that there's gonna be surprises like last year's PlayStation 3.
Wow, I'm so hungry.
Y'know, Christmas is about