Slaptula

So I was at my uncles house today for a big part of the day. Can't say much went on, but I made it out alive so I'll call it a success. When I was there, though, my uncle tried to kiss his grandchild when he was leaving, which I guess is normal, and his grandson, only a couple of years old, slapped him across the face with a spatula he was holding. It was hilarious, you should've seen my uncle's reaction. I guess my cousin was thinking "hey, if you're gonna punish me then I'll punish you too."

I also got one of those huge Toblerone bars as a gift from my cousin who was returning from the United States of America, the land of the free paranoids and the land of the not-so-brave. You can't give one of those big chocolate things to people like me... when I lay my hands on that thing I'll eat all of it within minutes, and then I'll collapse with an overdose of sugar. I wonder how that would feel... perhaps I'll know later on today. Well, for now the important part is to keep it hidden from my momma.

Oh, I thought I'd let you know that I finally know where I'm staying next year. I had applied for a room with it's own bathroom, but apparently they thought I didn't deserve royal treatment... I'll bet you they all went to girls. So I got my second choice, which is good, but I guess I'll have to live with herpes.