Milk

What a lovely lovely weekend. I would have blogged sooner but it was Chap Goh Mei so had to go out a lot.
Saturday was OPEN HOUSE day.

But firstly,
HAPPY 14th ALIAPUTRI!!
You big bucket of currypuffs!!!
and
HAPPY 14th INTAN SHAZIA!!
You are also a big bucket of currypuffs!!!

My daddy let us drink his wine. It tasted awful so we added orange juice.At around evening o'clock we wanted marshmallows to roast on the bbq so we went out to Express Mart. All of us were already high on alcohol after finishing about 2 thirds of the bottle (Alia was just high on orange juice). Imagine 5 girls laughing and screaming at the top of their lungs at anything that moved. Yes.
While passing by Starbucks, these two college girls were sitting inside sipping their non-fat mocha frappa soy ink crap. They were eyeballing us as if we were demented morons from moronland. I was waving at them with someone (not sure who) as a friendly gesture and of course to SPREAD THE LOVE but they just kept staring. I swear, their heads were on fire! You could see the hate pin-pointed at all 5 of us. There were beams of red lasers coming out of their eyes like those irritating red light pointer things.

Not really.

It could have happened though. When we got to the Express Mart, NO MARSHMALLOWS. What blasphemy is this? How could they not have marshmallows?
Those soft pillows of white fluff were no where to be seen!
And Sheena bought a magazine. (that rhymed)

So we headed back home WITHOUT the marshmallows.

Fuzzy (my doggeh!) was tortured by the little children from almost-hell. Almost-hell is almost like hell but it's not as bad. Anyways, the little 4 year olds were using him in a game of tug-o-war! Two were pulling his tail and another was yanking at his head! OMG! Poor doggeh...
Being the saviours of all canines, we scooped him in our arms and whisked him away to my room, offed all the lights and locked the door. That's when Danielle's dark side showed its sticky little face. She took my doll and started *bleep*ing it on our thighs! I can just imagine what my mom would have said if she found out. Which is, "That girl ah..."
For about an hour, all of us just lay among the thousands of pillows and stuffed toys on my bed and talked about stuff. Unimportant stuff and really unimportant stuff. I love those moments with them.

Damn. What a day.