I'm twelve. Congrats me. Anyways, in this blog, I will be talking about my trip to Tennessee and not my birthday.
I went to my cousin Cadence's house, and it was FUUUUUN! We took a lot of walks, talked about her school, made cookies, and ate out, and got ICE CREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!
But, that's besides the point. The point is, that I smuggled out a stick from a burger place.
Don't ask me why...Okay, totally ask me why. Because I wanted memories, people! Why do you all think that's SO WEIRD!(: I didn't know if I was supposed to that though, because you never sure if you're aloud to smuggle out little sticks that keep your burger together or not. Okaaay...that was a weird sentence. Anywho, I smuggled out a stick in my shoe, but not before wiping it clean, because who knows what might be on it. There could be a weird kind of mustard from Spain that is actually poison. What if I decide to lick my shoe and there's still that mustard on it? That would be like
to-ta-lly DISGUSTING! And venomous.
My Aunt and Uncle were confused at first. I had to explain, "Well you see, some restaurants don't want you stealing the tiny sticks that keep burger patties together. For... recycling reasons!"
Can you guess what happened?
They were still confused.
Though not as confused as Cadence. "You snuggled out a stick?" she asked " How does that work?"
My answer to that was " I said smuggle." Though my thoughts were
Not snuggle Cadence! smuggle! Smu-ggle! Like Smeagol ( from The Lord of the Rings) but smuggle!
We went to get ICE CREAM after that, and I was walking around with a stick piercing my flesh.
Pain? Yes there was pain. Why? BECAUSE THERE WAS A STICK IN MY FOOT!(:
Sorry, I tend to get loud when sticks pierce my skin.
Cadence offered to take it in her shoe, so I said yes. "Careful. Make sure the pointy side isn't sticking into your foot." I had told her, but my thoughts were Hopefully it doesn't stick you wrong. And that you don't turn into a foot-kabob. Because that would hurt.
Ok, I just grossed myself out. Let's talk about something more pleasant. Like...
MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm gonna sing myself a song
Happy birthday to ME! Happy birthday to ME! (sung really off key.)
Happy birthday dear ME! Happy Birthday to ME!
Second verse
Happy birthday to ME! Happy birthday to ME!
What's up with smuggling a stick? You'll see! You'll see!
I'M A LUNATIC!
Ignore that last verse. I use ALL CAPS a lot. I think it makes a statement. Like, I couldn't just say
"Hey mommy! I really really like cake." It's got to be, "MOMMY! I REALLY REALLY LIKE CAKE!" Random ALL CAPS statement. Sorry. What were we talking about? Oh right.
Me snuggling out a stick from a burger place. Smuggling! Totally meant smuggling!
You see, the art of snuggling-smuggling is a hard one to learn. So I suggest you try your shoe.
Unless, you're trying to steal the statue of liberty...in which case...You should maybe try a different tactic. Sorry, can't help you with that! I got my own method!
THE SNUGGLING METHOD!
to-ta-lly DISGUSTING! And venomous.
My Aunt and Uncle were confused at first. I had to explain, "Well you see, some restaurants don't want you stealing the tiny sticks that keep burger patties together. For... recycling reasons!"
Can you guess what happened?
They were still confused.
Though not as confused as Cadence. "You snuggled out a stick?" she asked " How does that work?"
My answer to that was " I said smuggle." Though my thoughts were
Not snuggle Cadence! smuggle! Smu-ggle! Like Smeagol ( from The Lord of the Rings) but smuggle!
We went to get ICE CREAM after that, and I was walking around with a stick piercing my flesh.
Pain? Yes there was pain. Why? BECAUSE THERE WAS A STICK IN MY FOOT!(:
Sorry, I tend to get loud when sticks pierce my skin.
Cadence offered to take it in her shoe, so I said yes. "Careful. Make sure the pointy side isn't sticking into your foot." I had told her, but my thoughts were Hopefully it doesn't stick you wrong. And that you don't turn into a foot-kabob. Because that would hurt.
Ok, I just grossed myself out. Let's talk about something more pleasant. Like...
MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm gonna sing myself a song
Happy birthday to ME! Happy birthday to ME! (sung really off key.)
Happy birthday dear ME! Happy Birthday to ME!
Second verse
Happy birthday to ME! Happy birthday to ME!
What's up with smuggling a stick? You'll see! You'll see!
I'M A LUNATIC!
Ignore that last verse. I use ALL CAPS a lot. I think it makes a statement. Like, I couldn't just say
"Hey mommy! I really really like cake." It's got to be, "MOMMY! I REALLY REALLY LIKE CAKE!" Random ALL CAPS statement. Sorry. What were we talking about? Oh right.
Me snuggling out a stick from a burger place. Smuggling! Totally meant smuggling!
You see, the art of snuggling-smuggling is a hard one to learn. So I suggest you try your shoe.
Unless, you're trying to steal the statue of liberty...in which case...You should maybe try a different tactic. Sorry, can't help you with that! I got my own method!
THE SNUGGLING METHOD!
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