Let me clear my throat. ugh ugh uhhhhh.

Yesterday, Kristina and Molly and I went to Ricardo's. After we had finished stuffing our faces, i stood, to attach my coat to my body, considering the fact that it is freezing outside, being that i live in nebraska, and it's january. *anyway* i pulled my coat on and must have swung the sleeve to hard. My ice filled cup went a flying toward Kristina's dry leg. LIKE A FRIGGIN NINJA, Kristina deflected that bidness. With her ninja arm, she sent it flying seventeen feet across the restaurant. She spewed ice from my pepsi all over the floor, and i almost peed i was laughing so hard.


that is all.

xoxo kayla

Shorty Was Hot Like A Toaster.

Once upon a time, my dad brought me to Toys R Us. He said, "Kayla, it's your birthday, you can pick out any toy in the whole store." I was like 5 years old and I was pumped. By the end of the day, I had decided on a very large very pink teddy bear. I could sit in it's lap and not be able to reach his nose. I don't think I named him, but don't underestimate the love I felt for this gigantic pink bear. Now, I know what you're thinking, this is the most boring blog you've ever read. The only reason I actually wrote this blog was to say how much i hate my sister. She dumped honey all over his stomache. She said, in her snotty, whiny brat voice, "Winnie the Pooh loves honey, i thought your bear would too."

That is all.