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Bumpkin Babes and Mr. SparklyBumpkin Babes and Mr. Sparkly by SpeakoftheLiving
The day started as any other day in Bumpkin County, the cows mooing, the chickens hootin' n' hollerin' and the furry little fuzz-fuzzies awoke from their naps in the morning dew. Suddenly, a door burst open, scaring all the fuzz-fuzzies back to their homes beneath the pookie-snuckers. There stood a young girl with a beige spiderman bookbag and towing along her 302 personalities deep within the bowels of her head.
"CHEERLEADER!" she shouted, jumping from her perch on the newly-painted staircase of her house.
Far far away, she was answered by another girl in Riku-pants leaping from her back deck to the brussel-sprouts below in ectasy: "SO-AND-SO!"
"WHAT'S-HER-FACE!" yelled a red-headed girl, jumping from her two-story window. She never went down the crinkly stairs, because she lived in the monitor of her computer.
Finally, a girl with thick glasses kicked her spritely cat outta da way of her screen door and whacked against it with her side, protruding into the sunlight. "THE UGLY ONE!!"