I am
confused. Usual, yes I know. The other day, as I was staring outside for hours,
marshmallows started to fall from the sky. Quite delicious.
The dog seems to think its fun to run outside through the marshmallows at full speed, jumping through the piles and then coming into the house shaking his repulsive body until the marshmallows are gone.
Sometimes if too many marshmallows fall from the sky, mommy and daddy stay home from werk things and use my shovel to push the marshmallows around. Not sure why they hate marshmallows so much. They even talk about moving south to get away from them.
The dog seems to think its fun to run outside through the marshmallows at full speed, jumping through the piles and then coming into the house shaking his repulsive body until the marshmallows are gone.
Sometimes if too many marshmallows fall from the sky, mommy and daddy stay home from werk things and use my shovel to push the marshmallows around. Not sure why they hate marshmallows so much. They even talk about moving south to get away from them.
Now,
what I don't understand is why they keep calling marshmallows snow.
What's snow? I mean, maybe marshmallows aren't really marshmallows at
all. While I don't venture outdoors often (as in never, unless its a few
moments on the deck until I get scared) marshmallows don't really even taste
like marshmallows. Their cold, disappear the second they hit my tongue and
taste like absolutely nothing.
Well, my mind has completely been blown away!
BOOM!
Marshmallows are snow!
Now I'm exhausted and still a little confused.
Marshmallows are marshmallows, right? What? Nap time!
Well, my mind has completely been blown away!
BOOM!
Marshmallows are snow!
Now I'm exhausted and still a little confused.
Marshmallows are marshmallows, right? What? Nap time!
