Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Two Hundred and Forty-Seven

It smells like Christmas.
Monchi is searching for his name at the wrong list.
He's in the naughty doggies list.
I'm getting sick and I hate it!
My brother is a walking contagious cold.
Pretty soon my nose is going to be Rudolph Red.
I guess it will go with the theme.
My only hope is not to visit the hospital this christmas break.
Last year, I almost stayed until Christmas day.
The worst 3 days of my life.

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