Ok, so I’m not too excited to write this post.
Actually, I’m not excited at all.
The gist of this post is: I need to borrow some money from Shelbie, but before she cuts me a check, she is going to blackmail me by forcing me to post a retraction on a recent blog post I wrote.
Do you remember this? :
We finished the evening off by a traditional Shelbie/Shyloh sand catfight. As you can tell from these photos….I totally won.
This is what a good old fashioned butt whoopin looks like:
Ok, well the honest truth is…it looked more like this:
This is the standoff:
This is Shelbie making her move:
This is Shyloh (er…me…) getting her (uh…my…) face rubbed in the sand.
Yeah, well guess what? I liked it!!! Sand is exfoliating for the skin! So…take that.
This is Shelbie doing her victory dance:
This is me, running from the bully.
True story. And I’m not proud of it. How is it that I outweigh her by about 30lbs, yet I was the one who got the butt whoopin’?
Ok! That’s done. Whew!
You all should be feeling sorry for me. Not only is the meany making me print a retraction…she’s also further humiliating me by making me admit to the bloggersphere that I used to drop my heavy alarm clock on her face every night.
Before you gasp in horror, it sounds way worse than it actually is. In fact, in my defense, she’s the idiot who night after night looked up at me when I called from the top bunk: “Ooooh Shelbie!!!” as I dropped my alarm on her face. Seriously, how stupid can you get? Night after night after night after night …after night…
Two down, one to go…
Lastly, this is a shout out to Lolly: Nematodes do not crawl up lawn chairs, they don’t nestle between your toes. And lastly, they don’t eat toe fuzz. I’m sorry for scaring you. Leave your flip flops in the house, you will be fine.
Ok, I’m done. I hope you (Shelbie) enjoy this post and are pleased with yourself.
Now please make the check out to “Shyloh Bauman.”
Thank-you, it was nice doing business with you.
Love you Shelbie!!!! ;-))
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