So I have to wake up at about 7 after going to bed at about 11 and go to my violin teacher's house for... lessons...
On the way back we listened to CarTalk on the radio... Wow, those guys on that show... maybe a LEETTLE too much coffee? It was like, "Who was the guy with the helium ballons?" *laugh for like 5 minutes*
Wait, my grandmother just called me.
Okay, I'm back. Here's our conversation:
"Did you call me?"
"Yeah."
"What do you need?"
"Nothing."
So I come up and she calls me again.
"You don't have socks in your bag. I washed them."
"I have them in my bag."
"No, you don't."
"Yes, I do... see?"
"Oh. But you don't have them in your bag."
ARRGHH!
And now she's all bugging me about it.
She's trying the little kid solution, "Okay, not MY problem!"
And then she thinks I'll go screaming and get it.
Nope, not me.
And my dad is going absolutely beserk and running around the house. Don't ask.
