Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Bye


I've been up since 4:27am doing homework.

It is now 6:17. I give up and go downstairs to make an English muffin, wearing Betty Boop PJ pants, a really awkward tank top, and a tiny bun on the top of my head. I reach the last step and my mother yells from the top of the stairs "WE HAVE A VISITOR!"

I run back up the stairs, where she is almost on the floor, laughing hysterically.
"What do you mean we have a visitor?! WHO IS VISITING AT FIVE IN THE MORNING?!"
She isn't breathing for a solid 5 minutes because she thinks this is the most hilarious thing that has ever happened to her.
"HELLO?!"
She continues to laugh as she locks herself in the bathroom.
I stick my head in my closet and try not to laugh, but now I'm cracking up even though I'm not sure what is so fucking funny.

I still don't know what she means, but there's apparently a visitor.
I don't know why, who, or how.
I JUST WANT AN ENGLISH MUFFIN.

This is a highly cruel, unjust world.

2 comments:

Ed said...

Ashley...

Sprout + Bean said...

Can I help your drunk ass, Edna?!