Hi, there. My name is Judy and I'm a huge fan of writing. If you'd kindly check out my stories on your way our, it'd be very much appreciated. Plz do not make crude remarks when you submit my reviews. You will receive a Warning from me. Also, if you start giving me 'hate mails,' you'll be reported, thx.
Anyhow, I luv pets and sports. I play soccer, basketball, hockey - anything fun and agressive. I would luv to own a dog but sadly, if I do get one, this'll be the conversation:
Me: Mum, can we get a dog? I'll take really good care of it!
~*~My little brother Eric (8, turning 9 in November) looks up from his Lego~*~
Eric: Yeah! Doggy! Puppy! YEAH!
~*~Puts up his more adorable face yet~*~
Me: Yes, let's get one...please...
~*~Sister, Sandy (18, turning 19 March), walks into the room and joins the convo~*~
Sandy: I'll help them take good care of it.
~*~Dad walks in, I sense that my family are complete robots able to sense when a convo is up, lol~*~
Dad: Yeah. It'll be a cool watchdog.
Me: YEAH!
~*~Mum thinks about it and then gets annoyed~*~
Mum: Who'll do the cleaning? The poop? The animal hairs all over my furniture? NO WAY!
*Goes back to doing taxes, she gives us a 'Convo OVER' look*
--We all leave the table--
So yeah, it's torture asking them =) I'll get a dog...some day...in 100 years, maybe...*
-Judy