so early this week i was talking to my mom.
i mentioned that i really missed playing with Shrinky Dinks.
Think this:
s basically plastic paper that shrinks when you bake it.
anyways, i used to LOVE to make them.
anyways, this morning, whilst doing my hair,
she came down.
scared me to death, but that's not the point.
Mom: "I have some incentive for you to clean your room."
Instantly I imaged her threatening to throw away all my clothes while i was gone.
Me, suspiciously: "What?"
She held up a package of shrinky dinks.
And now i must clean my room. ASAP.
You don't need to bribe me twice....
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