I haven't really blogged much. Lets just say... Wisconsin trip was a bust. Not at all what I was expecting. I mean seriously we didn't eat cheese till I was sick, no one wanted to go cow tipping, and everything shrunk (the city, my old bedroom, my dads hairline... shrunk). After such disappointment I decided to come home early. Which is sad since we will never know what would have happened with Ace, Jams and Parker locked in the same car for 22 hours. That would have given us blog material for a hundred years. Now we can only imagine (C2 please don't) what might have been.
So get this (Jams doesn't even know this yet because I was too embarrassed to tell her) I missed our exit when I drove back into Utah. I know! How crazy is that!?! After 19 hours in the car by myself here is what happened...
(Ace completely singing at the top of her lungs to a Backstreet Boys song) "Show me the meaning of being lonely.... oh crap where am I... oh crap I just missed the exit... (still talking out loud) Seriously Trescott, that was a dumb move. Oh crap I'm talking to myself out loud and not in my head anymore. I can't believe I missed the exit. Seriously how long have I lived here? Jammie is so never going to let me live this down. Its gonna end up in her next post. Oh well... at least now I'll get to finish the song.... Backstreets back, ALRIGHT!"
You would think that our first night back we would talk each others ears off. Instead I cried, from pure exhaustion, and went to bed. I know! Pathetically lame. Night number 2... I realized Jammie really does hate me. I mean not like this cute little come back line... "I hate you"... when you do something to annoy her. No she really hates me and wants me dead. She pretty much has planned my funeral. True story. Get this... she made me go to this workout boot camp thing. Five minutes into the dang thing I figured out her plot to end my life. So SAT department if you don't see me around on Tuesday then you will know that you aught to question Jammie. I don't think I'll ever walk again at the very least. Sad.
So yeah... I really have nothin to talk about on this blog. Just a little randomness. You may all have fun once again because I am back. So go about being your fun little selves.
Ace
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Ace talks to herself like this at home too...don't let her fool you. Parker, we should have bought her a compass for her birthday.
ReplyDeleteI'm also pretty sure she's still delirious (she just called me horrid btw). I just heard her talk in squeaky mouse voices (personality #312). :) Yes, I missed her a little bit.
Oh, and by the way, boot camp did not kill her...she jogged around the track and could still breathe and do jumping jacks (I had to stop for water on the way around)....Myself, on the other hand, I come home and am shaking so bad that I kept dropping the ibuprofen before I could put it in my mouth. Jammie abuse I tell you...
Yeah! Ace is home! Now we can go back to normal and actually pick on Jammie now again - it was too weird having to just do polite head nods and maybe a "hello" under our breaths as we walked by each other.
ReplyDeleteAnd oh yes - you don't know how bad it kills me that you came home early and I don't get hours/days/months of mind tingling enjoyment of mind wandering from the drive home - Thelma and Louis plus 1 style, kinda bitter sweat.
Any way - Yeah Ace is home, at least SAT loves you, you can come and get your love from us since Jammie is trying to seriously kill you (I know all about that satanic "Boot Camp" crap) We will feed you cake on the other hand.