haha can u tell you how much I hate contacts and cell phones? oh and t-shirts

CONTACTS:

the eye kind.

Well we were on our way to feed the children and my contact thought it would be funny to fold and roll up to the top of my eye. yeah. it hurt, and then we couldn't find it...that didn't help. Then I thought of the time my contact ripped in my eye, and I got one half out but the other half had gone behind my eye. It took a week to get out. not fun!

CELL PHONES:

Well at CiCi's pizza (YUM!) me and my big sister (rubs) we were talking, and my phone rang it said Private caller. So I picked up, and they hung up. GRRR! happened at least 3 more times (GRRR! again) so when they called back a 4th time I yelled in their ear. Across the table Ruby said, "you know you just yelled in my ear!" AHHH! I ran after her yelling at her. Then she refuses to tell me how to do it! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! AHHHHHHHHHH! it's agravating.

T-SHIRTS:

the kind that you get beat with.

well it was lifeline...favorite time of the week. And 1000 generations was there...sweetest band. So lindsay after lifeline wanted to buy a shirt, a CD, and something else. She was signing the mailing list, so I took the shirt to make sure she got it. Okay...well then she relizes she doesn't have the shirt yet, and says, "oh i need a shirt." i said, "no i have it." She took it, and then beat me over the head with it. loved C/;#) broken and brusied. (C/ head cast, ; black eye, # stiches.) LOVED I TELL YOU....LOVED!