Labor day has come again,

It says so on my pretty pen.

We're out of school for this Monday,

It makes me want to shout 'Hooray!'

Which I did Friday. Okay, well, I woulda updated sooner, but I got lazy. But, anyway, here's the update!

Iggy: So, Skits, how was your weekend?

Me: Just great Ig. My parents dumped me off with a my Grandma to go gamble in one of the Carolina's. And yours?

Iggy: Oh, just awesome, Skittles. I was forced to spend two nights at some random old lady's house and watch Final Destination movies each night.

Me: Okay, we actually had a good weekend. Well, I did at least. I stayed with my mamaw and watched all three Final Destination movies for the FIRST time. And I finished The Titan's Curse and I'm almost half way through The Battle of The Labyrinth.

Iggy: I'm never stepping foot on a roller coaster.

Me: Or an airplane.

Iggy: Or behind a wood carrying truck.

Me: Or in a bathtub.

Iggy: Or in France.

Me: Or in a drive-thru.

Iggy: Or a tricentintinal thingy fair.

Me: Or on a subway.

Iggy: Or...okay, I sorta forgot how the rest of 'em died...

Me: Well, taht one lady was decapitated on the elevator.

Iggy: -shudder-

Me: And that other guy had that fire escape ladder go through his EYE.

Iggy: -double shudder-

Me: Oh yeah, talk about a gory freakin' movie. Oh,a nd don't forget the kid that was flattened by that piece of glass.

Iggy: Okay! I'm NEVER going anywhere again! I will be like that Claire Rivers chick(if that was her name) and I'm going to live in a padded cell!

Me: That looks like fun. -calls the nearest Asylum to book a room-

Iggy: While we get comfy in our new room, why don't you enjoy the Muffin's Rights Act of 2009. Written by St. Skittles of Randomness herself. Dang, this chick NEEDS an asylum.

Me: -to the asylum people- Yes, I would like to get a padded cell for me and my captive bird kid Iggy Ride. My name? Um...St. Skittles of Randomness. Oh, okay, Skittles Surnameless. Yes, my brain is working fine...Yes, yes I was dropped on my head, and I was breach. Yeah, my mom also ran my head into walls. Yeah, how'd you know all this?

Iggy: -sigh-

I, Skittles, the Saint Patron of Randomness, hereby proclaime that muffins should be treated, not as a different sweet than cupcakes, but as an equal. I proclaim that muffisn are not any different from cupcakes as a cake is different from a really big cookie with icing. Muffins are not different. Muffins are, in fact, just ugly cupcakes, and cupcakes are just pretty muffins.

Me: Okay, come on Ig. You know, those institutional people knew a LOT about me...

Iggy: I heard....

Me: Well, we're going to the padded cell now. Update to ya later!!