SuperBowl Monday

I'd like to inform everyone that I have qualified in novice "Straw Sipping."  I proved my ability during the Super Bowl.  Initially, Mom was not going to share her 100% Minute Maid Strawberry Apple Juice box with me, but I insisted.  And, I proved to her that I could drink out of straw.  She was impressed and looked at me as if I had done something out of the ordinary.  Sheesh.  I'm just skilled is all.  She grossly underestimates my abilities.  Cripes.

Another great day for me....because.......(drumroll).....I got a package in the mail.  I love when Mom comes home with a package.  Yep, you're probably wondering what I got.  A dumptruck!!  You see, my friend Owen has one, and when I went to his house, I got to play with it.  Mom must have told Babcia about it because guess what showed up today?  So, I spent the afternoon hauling around my "baby" toys in my "big boy" dumptruck.  I like to pretend that I'm hauling those pansy "baby" toys to the dump to make room for "real" toys.  You know...tractors, fighter jets, tanks, firetrucks, racecars....enough with the rattles, squeaks, and other girly sounds.  I need to hear engines roaring and smell diesel burning. 

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  1. CincinnatusFebruary 8, 2010 at 11:04 PM

    Fire that truck up and get some work done, dude!

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  2. UnknownMarch 14, 2010 at 6:56 AM

    "Now ever since I can remember I been poppin my collar... poppin, poppin my collar." - Three 6 Mafia

    You kiddin me with that Jack? Your mom lets you pop your collar?

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