ACKA BLAK NUGGIN WAAAGH!!

Pardon my French.

In other words, Mothers Computer is a piece of junk. I can't download my camera!

Which means, no pictures!

With means, I'm stuck TALKING again!

No pictures to fill up my awkward brain halts, daydreamings, and various screaming-while-committing-murder interruptions. I'll let you guys figure out which one of those isn't true.

While I have your attention, I'll let you in on a little secret: I Love it when Jay needs my help.
Because, He's a beast. And when I first started doing the bins, I could only dump the quarter full ones. So I needed him. And boy, would he GLOAT.

"Awwww, Little Gimpy wimpy needs my help."

He called me gimpy because this is around the time I sprained my hip, and limped.

And NOW, I can dump over heavy ones with confidence.

Because, I can climb into the truck and dump by pulling from the inside, which is ten times easier then doing it from the ground.

And so, when we're working and he's dumping bins while I take a turn pressure washing (Because I'm nice, and faster at it.) And he encounters a super heavy one, HE has to come to ME and ask me for help.

I haven't gloated yet, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't grin every time.

And seriously? How often is it I get to hold something over JAYS head?

I've said to dad, Its like comparing a Jack Russel to a Pitbull in a fight.

I love my big Brother.

He's fo shizzel.

And, yes, people: The rumors of me wearing my hat sideways are true. And the reason IS that when I'm pushing a bin and my hat's straight, the visor hits the bin and knocks my hat off. So, I turn it sideways.

Gold in my mouth, hat turned sideways, PANTS ON THE GROUND!!

Yeah.

I'm bad.

I'm Dirty.

And I'm LOVIN' it!

See ya!

Love, The Paina.