Hoover Dam!! My life so totally sucks right now, even though its hysterical.

Hoover Damn!! Life so totally sucks for me right now.

Okay kiddies, listen up. My life sucks, even though it's kind of hysterical.
*takes a deep breath* So here goes:

Well, on Sunday morning, Helen was sleeping with Munchkin {That is what I have dubbed my little baby sister, Anna} in their room, my 'rents were takin a shower {gross, I know} and I was bored. My three little brothers were up in the kitchen. I could hear them screaming and yelling from all the way down in my bedroom.
Well, whoever said "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em" got really far in life.
So, tromping up the stairs {I tromp and stomp when I'm really tired} I decided to go and see what on earth they were doing at 8 a.m. on a freakin' Sunday morning.

It turns out that my little brother had been given a fake 'Naruto' knife {It's that Japanese Manga that comes on every Saturday-Crash loves it} and my brothers were throwing it at a bunch of cans that my mom had stacked up against the wall, and giggling when they hit it.
And yes, I did say giggled.
I sat down on the bench, content to listen to their giggles.

Now, here's the thing. Between the entry hall and the kitchen, there is a big window lookin' thing. It has a bunch of glass in it, and you can slide it back to see into the kitchen/hallway. Let me tell you-these things are really expensive.

Chance thought he was being funny, and threw the knife at Toby. Toby-actually thinking that the knife was going to hit him {even though it was :D}-ducked. It hit the really expensive glass divider. It was dead silent.

And I started to laugh.

We laughed for a while, and made up funny stories that would be fun to pass off as excuses. Chance came up with one where we could spread ketchup all around the broken window, and in Conner's hair, so when my parents walked in it might look like he had been sliced. Figuring that if we did, and they took him to the emergency room and shaved off all his hair to find nothing was wrong, we would be in even more trouble than we were in the first place. A lot more.
Not that we would have tried it or anything-I swear, we're perfectly innocent. And by the way, I'm pretty sure I can hear you snickering. Yes, you in the back, right there.
We made up more jokes {this next one:Sorry to Mr. Obamma (sp?) and all the Obamma fans-but I feel strongly that everyone should be honest, so, WHOOP! Here it is.}
I came up with one, about how we could all start shaking and freaking out, like that one dude in Godzilla {that movie ROCKS!!} and when they waved a lighter in front of our faces to try and get us to talk, all we would say would be "Obamma...Obamma...Obamma...Obamma..."
Haha. I wish.
It really would have been fun.

Bottom line-I'm grounded for the week. It's been in effect since Monday. Somehow, me and my brothers have to come up with a couple hundred dollars to pay for the window, and weed the entire backyard.

Now, most people would be like "Weed the backyard?! That's nothing! I do it all the time."
We are not like most people!
With two dogs, a black bloodhound, and a yellow lab, our house gets wild. We keep them out there most of the time. At one point, the backyard had grass and it looked all pretty and stuff. But now it doesn't. We let the dogs loose and they tore it all up.
Now all we have is a sandbox, a dirtbox, and some rocks. When the weeds grew in, it looked like we were all going on a safari. The weeds grew up to my chest, and I'm 5'8" pplz!!

So, yeah. Weeds, money, and a whole lot of dirty looks from Jeffery. My father figure thinger.

Plus the thousand dollars I already needed to raise for my trip to DC in January, and the four hundred dollar cell phone bill, I need to find a job fast. So, any openings in the Southern Utah area, lemme know. I'm fourteen btw.

Well. I'm gonna go pull some weeds. Enjoy your week. You should, knowing that somewhere out there, I'm having a crappy one.

Always,
~Morgan