Little Debby and Me

Hailey here.
Ok.
So today was pretty ok.
I guess, if I were to say that...I'd be lying.
So let's start over.
It was one of those "I wanna get back into bed", days.
I was SO tired.
I was just sludging along, to get throught the day.
Here's what I do: Make up words.
Sludge (v): The act of a walk/drag of oneself. Usually done when stepping out of bed.
Now that I think of it, it's one step short of a limp.
But you catch my drift.
My morning started out with my grandfather..singing show tunes and yelling.
Yes, yelling.
If you haven't guessed it by now, my grandpa is a morning person.
And when I say morning person, you should know that this term should NOT be taken lightly.
I mean, we're talkin' hang your underwear by a ceiling fan if your not up in three minutes..morning person.
Heh, heh.
Back to the story.
I woke up to my grandfather digging in our pantry saying (well...yelling) "CAROL! WHERE"S THE DING DONGS?!"
Ah, the mornings.
My grandmother...otherwise known as "CAROL!" in the dialogue above..
was all the way across the house.
Let me clue you in.
When you are a "senior" aged married couple that has been together for just about 50 years,
you tend to pass the "romance" stage in life.
What do I mean?
Well..let's elaborate.
The romance stage consist of this:
"Honey buns, will you bring me a cup of coffee?"
Honey Buns: Well, of course I will, sugar lips...I would walk to the ends of the earth to get you a cup of coffee."
Sugar Lips: "Aw. Your SO sweet...I love you cutie muffin. Mwuah."
Cutie Muffin...who was formerly Honey Buns: I love you more...my adorable, huggable, teddy bear.."
Yeah.
I know you guys have to be getting sick of that.
So I'll stick you with another scenerio.
The phonecall. Ah, love.
Let's fast forward to the hanging up part.
Hang in with me here.
(fast forwarding noise that you usually hear in movies or when you are fastforwarding your favorite movie to your favorite parts...well, if you still use VHS.)
"Well, goodnight...I love you...YOU HANG UP FIRST"
You can just see...where this is headed.
"no YOU hang up first"
"no YOU hang up first"
(gross giggling)
"no YOU"
ENOUGH ALREADY.
Anyways...
you have now been introduced to the romance phase.
Let's get back to the "senior" married life.
Knowing my grandparents...you probably would be able to fill in the blanks.
But for those of you who don't....well...remind God of how blessed you are to have not lost your hearing.
My grandma shouts "JIM! THE TWINKIES ARE WHERE THEY ALWAYS ARE!"
And...my grandpa?
Well...
"WHERE IS THAT?!"
Uh huh.
Classic.
"YOU WOULDN"T KNOW BECAUSE YOU NEVER PUT THE GROCERIES AWAY!"
Grandpa: OH! HERE THEY ARE!
Imagine hearing all this...
while your in bed...
sleeping peacefully..
then waking up to this.
You know that feeling, when you hear something loud in the middle of the night, then you have that relaxed feeling when it ends...and as soon as your relaxed enough to get back to sleep..the noise starts again?!
Story. Of. My Life.
"CAROL! WHERE ARE THE DING DONGS?"
I swear.
Little Debby snacks shall never be allowed in my house..ever. Again.
In your face, Debby.

Okay, so maybe my morning wasn't the best.
But that's okay.
I mean, eeryone has those mornings sometimes.
Okay, maybe not specifically THIS kind of morning...but we all have our ups and downs.
Okay, Now for a topic of the New variety.
The other night...I literally had one of those waking dreams.
The kind that gives you a totally rude awakening.
No, I'm dead serious..the way I woke up..could've been a wee bit kinder.
Is kinder even a word?
I'm guessing it isn't..cuz to be honest..it looks like a kind of fruit juice that I have tried in the past.
I can just see it on a commercial now..
(Spokesman Voice)
"Try Kinder Fruit juice...a new juice made from some of the richest fruits..packed full of the vitamins and nutrition that all kids need. Pick it up in your local grocery store. 1% actual juice added."
Wow.
That was exhilerating.
Anyway..
the way I woke up hurt.
I flew out of bed..landing right on my elbow.
And my foot landed on, what seemed to be..my stuffed animal bunny.
That bunny should've protected my elbow..not my foot.
That bunny needs to take human protection lessons.
Yeah..
they could call it...the animals protecting harmless girls who have scary dreams and leap out of their bed and hurt themselves...program.
In other words..
the TAPHGWHSDLOOTBHTP.
Yeah..
that will teach her.
Yes, the bunny is a her.
I'm normal sometimes...I swear.
:D
Well..I'm off to do greater and nobeler things...like eat supper.


- Can't ride a hippo, Can't climb a tree, before you read a blog, from your good friend Hailey-

Oy. :)