I don’t have to!

I don’t like you any more!

I’m not going to play with you ever again!

You can’t make me be your friend!

I’m going to tell my mom on you!

I don’t care if you help me to my car!

I just had my second meeting with my friend the sidewalk.  I don’t like him anymore and I think I’m going to end that friendship.

Will someone please tell him to move the ice away from the bottom of my stairs.  I don’t like it there.

Who knew walking across an inch plus thick sheet of ice would be so difficult.  I guess my elbow, hip, and neck do now.  Not to mention my head which came in contact with the bag of books that was in my hand shortly after the point of impact.

Don’t ask me how I’m doing tomorrow.  I might be on drugs.  Assuming I can move.

Till later…