What? Tomorrow's Friday

Welcome to my blog entry in which I make a glorious comeback and gain back the love and devotion of all my wonderful blog reading pals, simply by wishing you a:

Happy First Day of Summer Vacation!

Happy British Friday!

Happy What? Tomorrow's Fri-

         Wait.  Today is Friday.  No matter, just erase that last little tiding from your mind.  It might not be your first day of summer vacation, either.  Hm.  My bad if it isn't.  The weather was fantastic, by the way, so you kids still in school really missed out.  You were all probably taking finals while I slept in and tanned and ate potato chips.  It's a shame you couldn't do the same, it really is.

          Tanning is so boring.  Let me remind you, I was out there all day.  My face is the only thing that burned, and, ironically, it's the only part of me that I put sunscreen on.  Twice.  SPF wenches.  Otherwise I didn't get any darker  than I was yesterday.  Not evenly, at least.  From now on, I give up on Coppertone and sitting still for longer than five minutes.

          Alot of people have been calling our house lately on a house for rent.  So half the time the phone rings, I don't get past checking caller ID.  I just kinda... let it ring.  Ever done that?  It's really odd to just sit there and try to completely ignore the millions of phone ringers going off in your house.  They've also left a lot of messages, and I'm not sure why, but all of these people have different accents. [Everyone that was over last night knows exactly what I'm talking about]  There was one guy who reminded me of Borat, and another 50 Cent.  I'm waiting for a Demi Moore-esque one or someone with an odd voice like that, that would be freaky.  It would probably be my ringtone for the rest of the year.

Anyway I need to help my mom with Syd's birthday party before all the tweens attack and demand more food.

Laterz! [It's not a typo, that Z is supposed to make me sound more hip and approachable.  Syd's friends told me so.]

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