And so life goes on....sort of

Well, kids around my house are dropping candy wrappers like sparrows drop feathers. We are candy eating machines. So are the kids at school. Eating packs of M&Ms during Algebra, eating Skittles and Starbursts in language Arts and guzzling down Smarties and Snickers in Social Studies. My mom said just now, "WHY is all this candy all over the floor? Do you want me to kill someone???" Yes, she's very loving towards us. I think she was being sarcastic. Actually, I hope that she's being sarcastic. I wonder if anyone even reads this blog, besides you Carley Jo. Not that I don't appreciate it. I do. But is anyone else out there? Hellooooo? Am I talking to myself? Its ok. I can deal with that. We are learning (well, re-learning about) genes. Gosh dang it, stop asking me about genotypes and phenotypes I don't wanna hear it anymore. I love donuts. They are my life. This one kid named TJ gets on my nerves. I think I will kill him. I would if I could but I cant. I hear that that's illegal. Oh well. Sometimes just to make people laugh, when I leave CP, I say something like "Jumps off building." So now, I'm going to say that to you. Good bye! :-)
Gets hit by run away train.