Incredibly Secret Diaries of Smallville
Pete Ross
Monday: Just my luck. Clark says that I actually was doing and saying things yesterday but now I can't remember. The one no-sidekicking time in my life so far and I don't even get to relive it! I hope I had fun.
Tuesday: There's a handprint *in* my car, right on the hood. I really hope I had fun.
Thursday: We had to watch another video in biology. This time it was insects doing the nasty.
Friday: Doesn't take Dr. Freud to guess why I had gross-out dreams about Clark's alien mating habits. Couldn't the video have been anything other than praying mantises? Hope it's not a Smallville Special, a prophetic dream, cause Lana probably needs her head and those Clark-eggs all over the loft were creepy. Eggs shouldn't levitate.
Saturday: OTOH, what if Chloe knew that Clark probably had weird mating habits? Naaah. She'd probably just think that I meant Lana and paprika instead of chocolate sauce or powdered sugar, just a little sprinkling or maybe in a hot tub full of whipped cream, or there's always. Uh-oh! More later!
Sunday: Oh, yeah. Aside from all the other reasons not to tell Chloe, Jonathan Kent would kill me.
Martha Kent
Monday: An all-American evening with the family, except for using Clark's heat vision instead of a fireplace to toast marshmallows.
Tuesday: Clark was pretty oblivious to Jonathan's and my hints this evening. What else is new? Knowing that your teenage son might oops us right through the walls spoils the mood.
Wednesday: Clark still oblivious. Jonathan asked him to shovel out the barn. We'd just gotten to some interesting parts when he came right back. Unless Jonathan has super-speed like Clark's, we're going to be one frustrated couple. Either that or we get nocturnal cows. I wonder if there are any?
Thursday: Jonathan doesn't and there aren't.
Saturday: Am I a genius or what? I slipped some extra ingredients in the cow feed. Let's see Clark shovel *that!* If Jonathan finds out, though, he'd kill me.
Sunday: It'd be worth it. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.
Pete Ross
Monday: Just my luck. Clark says that I actually was doing and saying things yesterday but now I can't remember. The one no-sidekicking time in my life so far and I don't even get to relive it! I hope I had fun.
Tuesday: There's a handprint *in* my car, right on the hood. I really hope I had fun.
Thursday: We had to watch another video in biology. This time it was insects doing the nasty.
Friday: Doesn't take Dr. Freud to guess why I had gross-out dreams about Clark's alien mating habits. Couldn't the video have been anything other than praying mantises? Hope it's not a Smallville Special, a prophetic dream, cause Lana probably needs her head and those Clark-eggs all over the loft were creepy. Eggs shouldn't levitate.
Saturday: OTOH, what if Chloe knew that Clark probably had weird mating habits? Naaah. She'd probably just think that I meant Lana and paprika instead of chocolate sauce or powdered sugar, just a little sprinkling or maybe in a hot tub full of whipped cream, or there's always. Uh-oh! More later!
Sunday: Oh, yeah. Aside from all the other reasons not to tell Chloe, Jonathan Kent would kill me.
Martha Kent
Monday: An all-American evening with the family, except for using Clark's heat vision instead of a fireplace to toast marshmallows.
Tuesday: Clark was pretty oblivious to Jonathan's and my hints this evening. What else is new? Knowing that your teenage son might oops us right through the walls spoils the mood.
Wednesday: Clark still oblivious. Jonathan asked him to shovel out the barn. We'd just gotten to some interesting parts when he came right back. Unless Jonathan has super-speed like Clark's, we're going to be one frustrated couple. Either that or we get nocturnal cows. I wonder if there are any?
Thursday: Jonathan doesn't and there aren't.
Saturday: Am I a genius or what? I slipped some extra ingredients in the cow feed. Let's see Clark shovel *that!* If Jonathan finds out, though, he'd kill me.
Sunday: It'd be worth it. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.
