Yo. Ig in the house.
I know, I know. You: What? You're blind? How could you do that? Who's typing for you?
Me: Well you see, it's simple. Back at the school *Shudder*, those wack-job scientists wanted to test our ability to learn. So, with that, Jeb taught read. But, they still weren't satisfied with us (shame on you!), so they blind-folded us (ha-ha. Get the joke? Im already bli- Oh, never mind...) and type. Then we lived happily ever after.
NOT.
So, to this day, I know how to type.
Hang on.
*Snap*
That was just Fang's jaw. So appearently, he thought that he could use his invisibility skill, or, aas I like to call it, his final key to unlocking his full emo-ness (that was for you, Tess!), he could sneak up behind me, knock me out, and take away his laptop. Sucker. Look where that got him. Now he is lying down on the floor drooling. Ugh. I'm going to have to clean that up... MAN! He's like a waterfall! Well, it's worth it, because now he's saying,
and I quote, " Well Max, I never new you felt that way about me before." Ooh! Wait. It gets better. Now he's making out with the floor.
Now, let's take a whiz at the flock gossip. Mrs. M made oatmeal cookies, as opposed to chocolate chip. Max threw a tantrum (not to her face, of course). Let's just say... She gave some trees quite a few permanent boo-boos.
Ok. This is long enough, right? Not that I don't just adore talking to you guys.
Two last things:
1) I think that Max already mentioned this, but, prepare for the Nudge channel!
2) We talked to Mrs. M, and the last day of the week, she will talk to you guys about what and how she does what she does at her job. So, any questions, just send 'em on in!
See Ya, (pun intended)
Ig. Iggy. The Igster. Iggypoo/Iggybear (courtious of Ella). Ignite. Igneous. Igaphobia.
Later!
