As the title suggests, this next post is going to be something about a party. And yet it's not in a good way. It's my 2 year old niece's birthday.
I went out today to buy candy and other goodies to make a goodie bag to give to all her cousins, young aunts/uncles and supposedly her friends. In other words, all of those kids under 10 years old are gonna remember me as the tallest punching bag in the family. And at any event involving a family reunion (which happens more often than it sounds) they always tend to have a 12 kid pile up on me. It gets annoying. I sometimes lock myself in the room, but they tend to call up a dad or even MY dad to knock on the door and call me out. Consequently, the kids come flooding in like a tsunami and start messing up the room.
Yeah, it sounds like something from a Lizzie McGuire episode, but it is about as bad as it sounds. I'm packing up on marshmallow candy and Mars™ bars as a bribe. But will it help? o_o
Tune in next time for more adventures of The Robot on Crack.
(Gosh, that sounded cheesy)
I went out today to buy candy and other goodies to make a goodie bag to give to all her cousins, young aunts/uncles and supposedly her friends. In other words, all of those kids under 10 years old are gonna remember me as the tallest punching bag in the family. And at any event involving a family reunion (which happens more often than it sounds) they always tend to have a 12 kid pile up on me. It gets annoying. I sometimes lock myself in the room, but they tend to call up a dad or even MY dad to knock on the door and call me out. Consequently, the kids come flooding in like a tsunami and start messing up the room.
Yeah, it sounds like something from a Lizzie McGuire episode, but it is about as bad as it sounds. I'm packing up on marshmallow candy and Mars™ bars as a bribe. But will it help? o_o
Tune in next time for more adventures of The Robot on Crack.
(Gosh, that sounded cheesy)
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