The One Where You Really Shouldn’t Mess With This

The missionaries learned this lesson one day. Elder Hobley and Elder Crane came in one night with a sneak nerf dart attack. They knew they were in trouble when they hit me in the face a few times. I wasn’t angry, but obviously I couldn’t just let it go. I told them that they should be expecting retribution. The very next morning, I had my faithful sidekick Tyler with me, and the two of us scored six giant rolls of saran wrap from the grocery store. We caught up with their poor, defenseless car at a district meeting that morning, and it clearly needed to be wrapped for freshness... we did everything possible to ensure that it wouldn’t spoil.


A couple hours later they came home. We all acted like nothing had happened...they did... I did. And then, Elder Hobley, from the kitchen: “Touche, Sister McD... touche.” And just in case anyone decides to mess with me again, I have my follow-up plan laid away in the garage. I don’t want to use it. But I will if I have to.

The One Where She Got Hacked In Retaliation

So, my mom thinks that I can be overly dramatic. She's right. She also thinks that I don't have the competitive drive to win that she does. Not so at all. Also, her password was incredibly easy to break, hahaha.

So this is retaliation.

If you're reading this, go to the link below and help me win my mom's crazy little competition.

Also, if any of you are wondering if this really is my mom pretending to be me, it's me. Ethan. Glass. Whatever. Anyways, I'm changing her password as we speak. When I get to the MCRD (Marine Corps Recruiting Depot) then maybe I will write her with her password. Unless I forget.

glassmannequin.blogspot.com

Ugh... LAME. I can't get blogger to not allow my mom to retrieve/make a new password. Short of deleting my own blog, that is, and that would be throwing in the towel in a whole different way. Then again, that would be something she'd do. Sacrificing her blog so mine would wither and die... Hmm... Not worth it. Oh well... I suppose I'll have to be satisfied knowing that I have four times as many followers as she does... *sigh*

And while I'm complaining, I might as well point out that I've sung for my mom so many times I can't remember but does she ever record me? No. Apparently I'm good enough to thunk out a new song with on the piano, but these other shmucks have to learn a song I already know and my mom records them and plays them in the car 80 thousand times and then makes fun of me because I'm putting in lower harmonies when, OF COURSE, they would sound better in a higher, girlier voice. Geethanks, mom. Man, I've got to work on that gratitude thing... I'll clean the kitchen now to show her I'm not spiteful.