Ramblings

My drunk sister has come in and demanded to commandeer the computer for two minutes. For the record, she just spent the last five minutes attempting to sit on my face and fart. JUST SAYING, THIS IS WHAT I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH.

She also has a message for you all (spelling left intact): "Loiuise likes to eat cheese for she is gay!"

Dearest Livejournal,

I have always, ALWAYS meant to do an immediately-after-dinner post so I can describe why the after-dinner natters in our house make me love my family more than anything else in the entire world. We kind of epitomise the theory that everything tends toward chaos.

Today's descent roughly started with me spilling water when pouring it out of a jug into a glass on the table and spilling it all over the mat; fair enough, I would dry the mat off by emptying it out onto my now-used plate.

I miss and spill it over the mat by my plate. Mum starts giggling. Chaos slowly begins.

Chaos then starts to culminate roughly around me saying, after mum said (because of her laryngitis) that it's funny how everyone starts to whisper when you're whispering, "Except for me! I talk at regular temperatu- oh." Mum is in full giggles now.

Then we're discussing nights out and I discussed the best prank I ever heard of, which was someone emptying an entire bottle of Fairy Liquid down a toilet and not flushing it and leaving it for their mate. Everyone explodes.

So we finish our dinner with tea and coffee and my little brother and dad having armpit-farting competitions.

Yours Sincerely,

Louise