|yo yo yo!
||[Jan. 8th, 2006|11:21 pm]
my little Patch of Cabbies
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Thanks to all for the LOVERLY christmas. i mean that sarcastically, cos the house keeps getting overrun by MORE kids! my Mom's insane. she tells me this next one will be the last one, but i don't believe her. it's a regular DAY CARE CENTER here!
*in the one corner are all the babies with the toys.
*you have 2 sick kids throwing up and crying on Mom's bed.
*Neville and Fenchurch are the human child equivalents of the Tasmanian Devil.
*Ralphie (in the bunny suit), keeps shooting people with little rubber chickens. i think he hit Tracey in the eye, and Mom made him sit in the corner for an hour.
*Leo (in the lion suit) has been scaring the rest of the girls by running around and roaring ferociously, then pulling down their pants. Mom made him sit in a different corner.
*Charlotte and Boris keep playing that same stupid Interpol cd over and over and over and over and over again- if i hear it one more time, i am chucking it out the window!
*simultaneously, Farmer, Gudrun and Tamsin keep sporadically belting out the Eddie Izzard equivalent of "12 Days of Christmas". they're watching D2K over and over again (right along with the Interpol cd, on the stereo).
and if Harold doesn't get off that dang big wheel and let someone else ride it, i'm PUSHING him off!
the only ones i can really relate to are Seth and Julian. that's it. Gretel is okay, but she's a girl. all i can really do is hug her and use her as a body pillow. she looks at me when i am talking to her, but i don't think she really hears me... only time will tell, i guess.
and the baby is still precious, but i've had enough of her poop and spit bubbles. i think i need a vacation. will someone send us $20 so i can go to Texas for a week?