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My grandparents are always offering me all this really really really sugary cake and stuff. and they always repeat the stories they told me about 2 minutes before.

and the moral of that is, when you are offered really sugary sweets, don't eat it, becuase the person offering it to you could be the witch from Hansel and Gretal.

I'm at my grandparent's house now, and i think they think i have an eating disorder because they are practicly shoving food down my throat...but i'm at an average weight for my height and age...hmmm


and the moral of that is: Acceptence is the first step to treatment

My grandparents have pretty much lost interest in us grandkids. When I go there, I sit quietly in a corner and daydream until it's time to go home.

And the moral of this is: There's no need to apologize when no one realizes it's your fault.

We had an adorable puppy. We gave it away because our backyard is tiny and the adorable puppy was a Great Perenese, a breed that needs enormous back yards. We gave it to some friends who used to breed 'em and have an acre of property. We visit him from time to time.

Someone threw him into our yard when he was a puppy, so we raised him and then found a good home for him. Poor puppy... Who would throw an expensive dog like that into someone's front yard anyways, though? confused Just 'cos he has this adorable overbite that makes him snort in his sleep, they didn't want him (overbites make the dog not good breeding material or something silly like that). crying *pets fluffy Nemesh-puppy* I should post a pic of him up here one day...


And the moral of that is: Braces can improve the quality of your life.

I've got a cat named Aubrey. She's sometimes annoying but not usually.

And the moral is, a stitch in time saves nine!

I want a lhasapoo. They're so unbearably cute!

In other news!...My mouse isn't working. I can't highlight things.

And the moral of this is: When the battery in your watch runs out, it's time to make some friends with watches.

I used to pet sit for the neighbors, and they had the cuddliest rabbits. They were about the size of a cat, and soft, and didn't mind being hugged. Unfortunately, they were meat rabbits, and soon a lot of them were missing.

And the moral is, appreciate what you have before it's gone.

My uncle kept rabbits for a while. He said I could have one and I begged mom but she always said no. And then one day she brought one home! ....and put it in the freezer. crying

And the moral of that is: It is better to have wanted and not gotten than to have gotten what you didn't want.