A Wrinkle In Time

Today was the first day of my Spring Break. That means I have more time to do absolutely nothing during the next ten days. I’m not sure why they call it “Spring” break, but I did some “spring” cleaning today and I also went to my Grandma’s to eat cake. It’s not spring yet so why do they call it “Spring” break? Maybe they call it “Spring” break because this is the time when we are supposed to replace the “springs” in our mattresses or maybe this is the time when we are supposed to “spring” into action! In Canada they call this break “Reading Week.” This just proves that Canadians are more intelectual beings then us Americans. They read and we just change mattress springs. When I was at Prov, I spent my Reading Week catching up on homework and now I’m spending my Spring Break wishing I had homework to do to keep me busy. I need a challenge.
Besides cleaning, I also burnt a candle. Ya, I know exciting isnt’ it? My parents don’t really like the idea of me burning candles because one time after burning a candle I poured the melted wax, that was at the time still in it’s liquid state, down the drain and of course while it was in the drain it hardened and plugged up the pipes. So my Dad had to take all of the pipes apart to get the wax out. He wasn’t too happy with me. How was I to know that the wax would become a solid that quickly? The last time I burnt this particular candle, I put a quarter in the liquid wax and when it hardned the quarter disappeared. So I was surprised when I saw a quarter sitting in the candle wax today. I was like how the heck did a quarter get in there and then I remembered that I put it there. I sure know how to surprise myself. It’s like a magic trick the quarter disappears just like that…oh never mind that’s just dumb.
Writing about wax reminds me of another one of my odd experiences with wax. I never realized how many wax stories I’ve lived through until now. Anyways, there was a time in my life when I thought that I was growing a unibrow so I bought a kit to wax my eyebrows. I had to have my Mom help rip the wax off because of my agliophobia. It hurt like heck and I had like no eyebrows left! I will never do it again. Plucking makes me cry and waxing makes me scream! Haha. I betcha now the next time ya see me your going to be looking at my eyebrows.
Happy Leap Year everyobdy! I’m glad I wasn’t born on February 29th! It sure would suck to have a birthday every four years and at the same time it would be nice to be able to say you are younger then what you really are especially when you are in your sixties.

Enjoy your Reading/Spring Breaks! If you get bored do what I do and go tree jumping!

Tip Of The Day:
Don’t be dumb like me.