Meg is still grumpy; it's because she's sick. She has a snuffly nose, and I think it's from her licking poker chips in a pathetic attempt to get opponents to fold. It didn't work. She's taking her grumpiness out on me, so I'm making her listen to an AM oldies station. Heh, heh. She won't let me drive anymore. She says it's because I wake her up when I scream, but I think she's just being grumpy and controlling. I mean, there are a lot of trucks and hills here. It's scary. But the hills look beautiful...they're all sparkly with lights! Well, many of them. I'd still be pointing them out to Meg, but she said that if I poke her one more time, she's throwing me out of the car. What a grump.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment