Movie Night!

We are 'Masters of Disguise'. Or we will be after we finish the flick! Fruitopia and microwave popcorn (kidlet requested) will be consumed.

'I want to be a Master of Disguise. I want to be a Master of Disguise. I want to be--' --> Slapped in the face by his grandpa!

Whahaha!

Soap opera music. Open handed slap dignity. Just a few things to remember while developing our awesomeness. Um... you should probably do so also. Come on! You read this - you've already got a jump start. Keep it up!

Mr. Si as a Couch (skills):

Superhero! Alternate Identity: Mister Giggles

Sunshine: Ready to Rock the Spy World.

 Nieceamine: A Fashion Forward NINJA!

 Me. Spy. I shall not be seen. 

Me vs The Creature Under The Bed

     A cat. It was a cat. Don't get too scared. It is scary though. Especially when you're 6 and have never been around any animals before. So. I was staying with Nenners and Waywin. Their spare room was Mika's room. She was not pleased with me. We closed the door so she wouldn't come in. She scratched until Nenners let her back in. Then she disappeared.

     I tried to sleep, then there was this sound. It was horrible. It was scary. It was coming from underneath the bed! I was sitting bolt upright trying to gather myself enough courage to look. I finally did. I started to lean down. The sound stopped. I looked into yellow eyes. Ahhh! I was back on top quite quickly.

     Then, once again with the sound. This time I could see over the edge. There were sparks. Seriously, sparks. I was sleepy, but I was also determined. I looked. I saw. She was upside down. She was running UPSIDE DOWN along the bed frame. Sparks were flying from cat claw and bed frame friction. So much worse than I'd imagined. I stayed awake until she'd tired herself out.

     Thinking back on this, I believe there might have been a further reason for the cat being let into the room. I was quite the demanding child, ridiculously cute, but basically an all out brat. I woke them up at like 5 every time I slept over so that they could make me porridge for breakfast. 'PORRIDGE'. I then woke them up like 15 minutes later for my second bowl. I was a hungry morning person. Maybe they were trying to get me to sleep in just a bit. Maybe not. Either way, a question to ponder.

Simon vs Reading; Sunshine vs Goodnight!

In his defense, it was upside down reading. He came in, started fidgeting, then looking at everything. Finally, looking at a DVD, he says, "What's Kate & Leopard?". 'Kate and Leopold' our second movie choice. Kate & Leopard would definitely fit into a different different category. Romantic comedy - not so much - I couldn't even place that one. Would it be like 'King Kong' which I hate, or like 'E.T.' which I love? Hmmm... movie pondering...
... Toothbrush is currently asking a million questions about it. I will not answer. I will not tell her the end. For once.

Sunshine! She came down to say goodnight about 40 minutes ago. Like a full goodnight. She just came down to do so again. She didn't believe us at first. Then she said "V8 moment" and slapped herself on the head. Then she proceeded upstairs saying "Goodbye" instead of goodnight. Oh, Sunshine. She's just getting into summer mode a day early.

Love you, you nuts!

Me & Toothbrush: The Random Times

I love funny voices. Random conversations in funny voices are my favourite. Toothbrush is cool with them. Right now Sunshine, Toothbrush, and I are watching 'Smile' - it's one of my all time favourites, but it's a difficult one to watch, which is why I now put up this bit of random. For hilarity's sake. Now the boys have joined us. They're all going to love it - it's the best. For serious.

Note the hilarity that is us speaking out of time with our facial movements - hehehe - like we've been dubbed! That is the awesomeness that occurs when you speak from the throat; It's also why I for seriously had my own language as a kid.

Toothbrush: Mouth Sounds

You have to listen carefully. Be warned. It's a disturbing sound.

The Christmas Victory.

It's more than halfway to Christmas!!! We've made it through the hardest part. 180 days left. Today, I bothered everybody I met with this knowledge! They were not appreciative. In fact, I once again was threatened with things possibly being thrown at me. How could someone want to throw something at me? I'm awesome. Sad. These people. Crazy people. And they call me crazy? They threaten! Plus, they've actually thrown before. Then even my friend base of cashiers turned on me: "We still love you" said they, "but you're a freak". Harsh. Just because they like Summer. Why don't people like looking forward to things anymore? I'm not trying to skip to Christmas. I'm just enjoying the wait. I'm a pretty patient person. Except maybe about the humidity - that can just go away now... forever. Other than that though (look at me, assuming that you'll agree - at least you can know that I assuredly won't harm you verbally, emotionally, or physically if you don't), you can enjoy the wait too!

180 DAYS!!!

P.S.
One fellow cashier was excited by my Christmas announcement. I gave her actual props, and now, a written one as well.

Cashier Tales: The Garbage Bag Incident

So. I was working on the express cash awhile ago. Cash 12. I hate it. I hate that I have to turn people away when they have too many items. I hate just standing around when people are waiting to be brought through. Yucky. I also hate that it's the return cash. I get in trouble for paging quietly all the time. Sometimes though, sometimes awesomely hilarious things happen. This one day, a middle-aged man came up to my cash. He said he had to return these garbage bags. He was obviously not a return guy. He was so apologetic. He said they were sized really weird. They were way too short. Having made garbage mistakes myself, I asked if he minded me taking them out (I wanted to save the Supes some time). I then did so. I unfolded the bag fully. He went purple. I tried to tell him I'd done the same thing before. He wouldn't listen. He said sorry and then... AND THEN... he ran away! Like hilariously. He hilariously ran away, purple with mortification. Oh, Cash 12, that was a good day.