tuba tuesdays

tuesdays are my days.

i dont have class on tuesdays and i like to sleep in, watch say yes to the dress, and read spencer pratts twitter.

everyone has left my house to go to work and be responsible, and i get to lounge in my housecoat and eat all the good snacks from the pantry.

my neighbour has decided to take up tuba lessons on tuesday mornings. im sure you can imagine the amount of joy i was feeling when i realised this. nothing says goodmorning quite like what sounds identical to a whale being molested.

i never did understand those instruments, if my child ever asked to take tuba lessons, i'd put them up for adoption, or donate them to the philharmonic orchestra.

i took my nice dog for a nice walk the other day and i noticed one of octomoms evil-spawn children playing outside with an axe. she was attempting to chop a root i think, but i wasnt entirely sure. she was probably five years old, and is probably working as a slave child, i wanted to go up to her and give her a barbie to play with, but i wasn't sure if it was a trap, and that the octomom used her kids as bate and would snatch me and make me her 7th child.

so i kept walking.

she brought grapes over to my mother the other day to signify peace and she apologized for having too many children for the other day. i told mama to throw the grapes out because she probably put poison in them, and she said "dont be silly, honey"

the next day i found them in the garbage.

what kind of gift is grapes anyways? she should have atleast brought over a chocolate cake, or offered up her childrens gardening services to get me off the hook for lawn-mowing.

your grapes are no good to me.

xoxo, the damsel