But I have calmed and quieted myself, I am like a weaned child with its mother; like a weaned child I am content. -Psalm 131:2
Are you trying to be "gangsta", with a fake bandaid? Or did you actually hurt yourself...wait, I can answer that one myself.
*cough*Umm... Yeah. I was taking my books out of the trunk and I hit the top of my hand on the trunk thingy. And skin came off and then I bled.And then I was like, "Dad... Do you have a bandaid?"And I got a bandaid. It would have been cool if it had been Hello Kitty, alas, I don't think Dad would carry those. We should ask though...
I never wear bandaids normally, but I have to start now that I'll be cooking foods, so I requested that mom get some really cool ones like with superheroes or Godzilla or something.
I am definately wearing a Peanuts band-aid right now. On my thumb. Peanuts as in Charlie Brown. I sort of sliced my thumb open while cutting an apple last night. Anyway, they are pretty cool band-aids. I saw them this summer right before coming back to school, and I was like "oh man, I wish I needed band-aids, because these are so cool! But, alas, I already have some" and my mom was like "get them!" and i'm like "but I already have some! I dont NEED them" and she was like "dude, yes you do. I will BUY you the band-aids."And there you go. Now I have cool band-aids.Wasn't that a fun story?!
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