I woke up at...the butt-crack of dawn this morning. Well, maybe it was more like 6:40-something but it was still way too early on a Saturday for me. What was I doing? Excellent question. I was helping my mom take a carload of
stuff to sell at a garage sale at my aunty's house. I mean, I knew it was going to happen, I was just not mentally prepared for it (mainly because I was half asleep). Anyway, I came back home to sleep but my sister had other plans for us. She was ready to go to the garage sale and sell her wares (aka toys). I mean, she even had a bucket of change ready and she told me confidently, that it will be filled to the top by the end of the day. Kids...Anyway, much to her displeasure, I crawled in to bed and shooed her away from me, causing her to cry and eventually, I got so annoyed that the only thing to do was get up and go to the stupid garage sale. I cheered up once I got ready and left but when I got to my aunt's place, I curled up on her couch and dozed in and out watching
Big Momma's House. I didn't, however, get to sleep because of all the hubbub going on around me. I don't know how, but my 15-year old cousin was sleeping on the chair next to me and I kept glancing over jealously contemplating if I felt like being nice and letting him continue to sleep or if I should be the mean kid and wake him up rudely. I decided that I'd be nice since I knew too well that feeling of annoyance of having your Saturday sleep shaken away from you. I finally got to sleep when I came back home at around 4pm. I woke up at around 7ish with my mom telling me that dinner was ready. After dinner, I played with what's got to be considered one of the world's tiniest puzzle sets (pictured). It was ridiculous. It even came with a pair of tweezers to pick up the pieces. My eyes started acting funny after staring at the puzzle for so long that I only got a portion of it done. Oh well, maybe I'll never work on it ever again and save myself the headache the next time Salena gives me the puppy-eyes to work on the puzzle with her. I could be strong enough...I think.
And that way my day. Now I'll be up for a while, twiddling my thumbs, possibly watch a movie on my laptop...who knows. Oh, speaking of movies, here's a Brent moment of the day: did you know that Brent's going to be in that new movie
Death at a Funeral? Haha, not really but we got a picture of him in the display...Anyway, that's all I wanted to show you. I'll talk to you tomorrow.
I woke up at...the butt-crack of dawn this morning. Well, maybe it was more like 6:40-something but it was still way too early on a Saturday for me. What was I doing? Excellent question. I was helping my mom take a carload of stuff to sell at a garage sale at my aunty's house. I mean, I knew it was going to happen, I was just not mentally prepared for it (mainly because I was half asleep). Anyway, I came back home to sleep but my sister had other plans for us. She was ready to go to the garage sale and sell her wares (aka toys). I mean, she even had a bucket of change ready and she told me confidently, that it will be filled to the top by the end of the day. Kids...Anyway, much to her displeasure, I crawled in to bed and shooed her away from me, causing her to cry and eventually, I got so annoyed that the only thing to do was get up and go to the stupid garage sale. I cheered up once I got ready and left but when I got to my aunt's place, I curled up on her couch and dozed in and out watching Big Momma's House. I didn't, however, get to sleep because of all the hubbub going on around me. I don't know how, but my 15-year old cousin was sleeping on the chair next to me and I kept glancing over jealously contemplating if I felt like being nice and letting him continue to sleep or if I should be the mean kid and wake him up rudely. I decided that I'd be nice since I knew too well that feeling of annoyance of having your Saturday sleep shaken away from you. I finally got to sleep when I came back home at around 4pm. I woke up at around 7ish with my mom telling me that dinner was ready. After dinner, I played with what's got to be considered one of the world's tiniest puzzle sets (pictured). It was ridiculous. It even came with a pair of tweezers to pick up the pieces. My eyes started acting funny after staring at the puzzle for so long that I only got a portion of it done. Oh well, maybe I'll never work on it ever again and save myself the headache the next time Salena gives me the puppy-eyes to work on the puzzle with her. I could be strong enough...I think.
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