Toaster Confessions and Threats for a Sluggard

The other night my mom and I were up late sewing. While we were sewing, my grammy decided to make herself some toast. She plugged the toaster in and put her bread in, the whole time talking about toasters (yes, toasters are an odd thing to talk about...but you don't know my grammy!). During this conversation, I piped in. I started chuckling, and said, "I've never told anyone this before...because I knew that I'd be in BIG trouble, but since several years have passed...I think it's safe now." My mom and grandmother were all ears by now. My mom groaned, "Ohhhh...do I want to know?" I was red by this point, and I said, "When I was 12 or 13 years old...I was making toast and I was holding a knife with butter on it...(my mom piped in: "yessss?? annndddd??) I was looking at the spot where the handle slot was...and I decided to see what would happen if I stuck the knife in it. Well...I got zapped really badly and my arm was numb for the rest of the day. And that's how the toaster broke...it didn't croak like you thought it did." Needless to say, my mom wasn't very happy to hear that bit of news!!

I love sleeping!! I am horrible at getting up on time, and I am always in trouble for sleeping in. I slept in again this morning, and Poppet was sent in to wake me up. I was awake when she came in, but decided to antagonize her by pretending to still be sleeping. She poked me, and tapped me, and hit me, and yelled at me for several minutes and it was very obvious that she was not very happy with me. I had my eyes cracked and was watching the expression on her face at one point and I could tell that she was totally disgusted with me. She was looking at me with an expression that totally read: my big sister is a big lazy sluggard! After staring at me for a few minutes with this unchanging expression, she says, "Lolo...I am never going to 'leep with you again. GET UP!!"