I just got scolded by the toddler.
I keep feeling like I'm going to sneeze, so I'm sniffling a little. It was very quiet in the room aside from my sniffling. Libby came in and started playing with her kitchen set and after some sniffling, she said "Mimi, are you gonna be quiet? I'm eating." HA!
I was disturbing her pretend-eating.
I'm in Myra's room because my nice shiny new cable internet access thing isn't working and they have to send a technician.
Am I destined to have technical difficulties? I already told bellsouth to go take a flying leap, and now my cable modem is not working. During parts of the day yesterday, it worked fine, but it just suddenly goes dead and now I can't get it to work at all.
I just sneezed and scared the crap out of the two gerbils that live in here. Both rodents jumped like they'd been shot.
Of course, Wibby Woo had something to say about that as well. She said "Don't scare Cheesy and Poof. They are my favorite wittle gerbils and they are my cute wittle sweetie pies."
I guess I've been told. Again.
I'm a bad bad girl. I believe that has been previously established.