On September 29Th I was informed that we would be decorating for the glorious holiday of Halloween, one of my personal favorites. But, excuse me, sir, there is a problem. Its September. Or was. It was September when this story began. Stay with me, friend(s).
So since September 29Th, our house has been decorated with the mass of crazy decor that takes up its own personal chunk of our garage. The screaming bust that sits on the hall table, the spider that falls when to clap you hands, the vials and bottles of spooky potions, a parade of pumpkins, and skeletons on my brother and my doors. They are reversible, the skeletons, with a happy face on one side, see left and a scary face on the other. I like the happy face, as well as my brother, but my mom believes there should be diversity, so she keeps flipping my Skelly. But recently, I noticed something new of my friend that I didn't notice before.
He has testicles. Two orbs hanging below his pelvis. All I have to say is, "Why? Why does my skeleton have testicles." But really, who puts balls on a skeleton? They don't even have any! It's quite bothersome.
Now onto another note, one which doesn't conclude in undead reproductive organs, I have signed up for the word of the day to expand my vocabulary. I haven't used any of them yet.
So this is what is going on in my tiny little private schooled world of hot chocolate and college applications.