We're bored and have nothing to do. This is why we decided to sit down together and write a little sumpin' sumpin'.
Today we went 'to town'. We also managed to find ourselves in a ditch. Not just any ditch but a real snowy steap slippery ditch. We drove in the middle of a snow storm and this explains why such a thing could happen.
I want to assure everyone in blogger land that indeed Megan and I are OK from the incident. And the other four people we crammed in my little Civic were OK as well thanks to the quick minded driver (that'd be me) and the help of my cheering supportive auidiance in the back seat.
Once we managed to actually drive on the road (that we really couldn't see) we made it too Ron's Discount Warehouse in town. I managed to spend $80 bucks (<-- Megan wrote 'bucks') that I really don't have and Nikki managed to spend much less than that. That being said, who can pass up a 48 pack of Pop-Tarts for $4.99?
Not Me.
Fully exhuasted from shopping and the trauma of the drive in we ate some lunch and finally headed back to my sisters. Can I tell you that I'm beat? I feel so tired that I even had to take a small nap to function the rest of the day. Of course Megan is still bouncing off the walls with the rest of her sisters
Scratch that.... The cousin is sleeping soundly with a PS2 remote controller in his lap. We left him playing for 5 minutes and he fell asleep while playing. Poor dude.
Megan, Emma, Lisa, Nikki and Lizzy all got their ears coned. It was like a detox spa in here just a few hours ago. Now most everyone with the exception of Megan and I are watching some rerun of The Sound Of Music.
Boring.
I played SIMS2 for a bit today and I managed to kill one of my players. The grim reaper showed up and I had to pay the dude $100 bucks (<-- Megan wrote 'bucks') to get the dude back to life.
Emma has joined us.
Emma and her dad played Wii for like, ever. Both of their shoulders hurt from playing so hard but Megan wants everyone to know that her arms are rock SOLID!
OOOoooohhhh YEEEEAAaaaaahhhhh.
Megans feet hurt.
THe End.
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