Showing posts with label sunglasses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sunglasses. Show all posts

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Two Gifts

Hello readers! Today I'm gonna write about two of the most awesomely neat-o gifts I got. Can't talk for long, though. It's too quiet around here again, so I'm gonna throw more parties, maybe one every day? No, too much. Once a week. A party once a week will work. And... and I'll have a different animal imported each time to release on my island! Yeah! I think I'll get Zebras first, about ten of 'em. And the week after, I'll get some peacocks. They'll look so cool strutting around with the Zebras!

Oh, right, the presents. Well, I guess Farrah found out about my private plane from my first blog, and she got me these sweet little Armani Exchange Wire Frame Aviator Sunglasses! So I can have sunglasses when I go high flying! It's a mouthful to say though, so I just call 'em my fly-shades.

Then Saige got me something that's fun AND cool. They're these little ceramic eggs, but they're not really eggs. I did try to cook one, but when I cracked it, dirt came out. Not shaved chocolate, dirt. That was disappointing, but then I read the instructions. I thought they were just those little recipes that come with treats, but they're instructions. You set the eggs in their little pots and crack the top. Then you plant seeds in the dirt, and these little plants grow! A plant coming from an egg instead of a chicken! Why didn't someone think of this years ago? It's the coolest thing ever! Much cooler than an omelette, although I am still hungry. And I haven't gotten the taste of dirt out of my mouth yet.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Wednesday is Wonderful--Deal With It

Rico's in over his head. He thinks I won't make it on this trek. I'll show him. I won't even be winded by the end of it, and he'll be so winded, it'll be like a hurricane! His breathing, that is. Like a hurricane. But I'll have it easy. My eyes will be protected by my Dior 60s sunglasses, and walking around the island will be a cinch with my Speed Cat PUMA sneakers. I hear Rico's just coming with his sandals and a sweatband. My island will eat him up like a jelly bean. No, that doesn't work. I like jelly beans too much to compare Rico to them... chopped liver! My island will eat him up like chopped liver. Ewww... but who likes chopped liver? My island wouldn't want to eat him up. Hmm... this is one of those brain teaser things, but I don't have time to think about it. We're about to leave.

Oh, did I mention it's my birthday today? It's my birthday today! I'm throwing the greatest party ever on Wednesday next week. Why Wednesday? Because I like Wednesday! Do you have a problem with that? Well, then you're not invited. But you are, Frederica. So are you Farrah, and Meadow, and Cleopatra, and Kip, Takahatchi, Saige, and even Rico. Because I'm not so petty as to shun one of the elite Viva Swag team. And, of course, our dedicated publicist, Astrid. Come prepared for a scavenger hunt! I'm off to explore my own island!