eh oh!

One day, in Teletubby Land, Quality Bakers decided to cash in on the success of a show that really defies explanation. Quality Bakers started making Tubby Toast, while some dairy company started making Tubby Custard. One day, in Wellytubby Land, Joanna bought her mother a four pack of Tubby Custard, to remind her of the minutes they had spent bonding together over the Teletubby show. One day later in Wellytubby Land, her mother bought Joanna a packet of Tubby Toast, and sent it up to Auckertubbytown, and made Joanna laugh lots. Oh yeah, and just FYI, they taste like flat crossaints. I ate my tubby toasts today that Mommy sent me. I had them with an instant “French Vanilla Latte” that I was given at tech by a big Nescafe Van. It wasn’t at all like a latte. Plus, I made it lumpy. Still, it was free. And that’s the point, isn’t it? Umm not much stuff happened today. I finally paid our phone bill and washed shitloads of dishes. We also did the grocery shopping. I am a torrent of pure excitement, really I am. What else? My big toe on my left foot hurts. Simon’s been on the phone for like three and a half hours. OOOooh! Final episode EVER of Melrose Place tonight. It was quite quite moving, really. Okay, I admit it. I got a trifle misty eyed. I’m allowed to do stuff like that though, if I want to. And I do. Hang on, I already wrote an entry today, so this one can end NOW.

I ate my tubby toasts today that Mommy sent me. I had them with an instant “French Vanilla Latte” that I was given at tech by a big Nescafe Van. It wasn’t at all like a latte. Plus, I made it lumpy. Still, it was free. And that’s the point, isn’t it?

Umm not much stuff happened today.

I finally paid our phone bill and washed shitloads of dishes. We also did the grocery shopping. I am a torrent of pure excitement, really I am.

What else?

My big toe on my left foot hurts. Simon’s been on the phone for like three and a half hours.

OOOooh! Final episode EVER of Melrose Place tonight. It was quite quite moving, really. Okay, I admit it. I got a trifle misty eyed.

I’m allowed to do stuff like that though, if I want to. And I do.

Hang on, I already wrote an entry today, so this one can end NOW.

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