Monday, February 21, 2011
Is that a Lego in my back, or are you just happy to see me?
Of course by now we all know the answer... it was my bed after all, therefore it was a Lego.
That feeling of rolling over onto a Star Wars Storm Trooper ship at the dark hour of 2:34 AM is NOT pleasant. It is cold and scratchy and stabs you in all the wrong ways and in my case, in all of the wrong places.
This rude awakening caused me to take said ship and catapult it across my bedroom, cursing the dark side for ever entering my home.
Only seconds later did I regret this decision, realizing that I would be spending my morning either hiding the evidence or rebuilding the damn ship.
What is it with boys and their toys?
"I don't know who you are or where you've come from, but from now on you'll do as I say, okay?" Princess Leia
Posted by Eight years and counting at 7:51 PM