Sunday, July 16, 2006
Kids like Gloria are cute.
Uncle Jimmy was talking about some acitivity at the end of the month, and the ever so inquisitive Gloria piped,
"When?"
"End of the month."
"When?"
"End of the month."
"Month?"
"Yes, end of the month."
"Monday?"
I rolled over and died with laughter.
And when she came over to sit in my lap, I fell in love with her.
She was trying to spell words in alphabetical order. Like, A for Ant, B for Bee that kinda thing. And every time she forgot what letter came after a particular one, she will run in circles, singing the alphabet song.
And did I mention that she's absolutely cute, fantastically bright and wonderfully lovable?
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Ril shared with me her, ah, interesting dream, in which I turned up for the listening compre paper (which is tmr) with
nothing but a comb. The "me" in her dream must have thought that she was Nat The Teenage Witch, and thought that the comb was her magic wand in which she could zap the answers while she combed her hair.
Nothing but a comb?!
I'm speechless, and so very amused.
By the way, I think I smile too damn much. I smile at random people on the street, and this actually attracts aunties. And they actually come up to me with their vegetable baskets and tell me I have a sweet smile. Cough sputter cough. Again, I am amused.
Anyway. I'm putting all that ugly school time shit behind me and I'm starting to make "lemonade out of the oh so rotten lemons" that school life presented me with, partly due to the daily devotion thing sitting on my desk.
July 16 says
Don't let your fears about the next hundred years discourage you from smiling now.=)
remind me not to turn up with just a comb tmr!
i grabbed your attention;
