One morning I woke up and there he was - big, green and invading my territory. I was faced with three decisions - attack, attack or attack. I therefore attacked!!
I have body slammed him, beaten him to a pulp, launched my hardiest toys at him and yet he still looks back at me with that goofy smile. If you look closely in this picture, that flash of green near his shoulder is my tractor. A solid piece of machinery. It got him right in the kisser yet he still gazes back at me with a seedy look on his face.
Enough about Shrek and more about me. Dad took me to several playgrounds on the weekend. I have discovered that it is much more fun to go down a slide head first than on my bum. The feeling of plastic on bare stomach is quite exhilarating I assure you.
In other news, I now have nothing left in my room apart from my set of drawers and my bed. Apparently it is unacceptable to kick the crap out of my book case until the backing board comes off (Mum's words not mine). What else is there to do to keep me awake? all my toys have been locked away (although I have hidden some down the side of the bed that I get out when the olds aren't looking), I can only sing and dance for so long and they even took my rug away after I beat it up one night. Talk about Colditz.
Big news flash: My brother is apparently arriving 18th January. I am not too sure about this - I wasn't consulted and this is meant to be a democracy. If he steals my stuff I am going to vote him off the island - Jeff the tribe has spoken.
Jude out.
1 comment:
looks like you have a "Baron" room Jude..........lmao. Be good
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