Stop squeezing my bread.

At the request of some choice people I have decided to write today.  I was going to skip writing today because not much has happened, yet.  But I work with what I got, and I gots a blog.  I don't know why "gots" has never been adopted into the dictionary as a real word because really I think it's just great.  My cuteness factor has definitely gone up 3 points. Count it!

Daley has been skimping on her writing. Not everyone wants to hear my mundane opinion all the time.  Daley if you're reading this you really got to get writing. All in favor say "I."  All opposed go jump in a lake.

What has happened today?  Friday in Salt Lake and I'm at a loss for words.  I took a math quiz and went to the gym. I did see Bozo the clown's father working out today.  You know what I'm saying, the red head clown that haunts childhoods?  Well picture this: Old stout man, with a tank top tucked into his short shorts, high white socks, and grey hair that only protruded from the sides of his head.  I wish I could have gotten a dicture.  Which is another thing that was bad about today, no dicture.  For those of you who do not know what a dicture is I will explain it's history.  My good friend... acquaintance, Saige coined the term to describe pictures of dicks.  So I started taking pictures of Saige and putting them in a dicture album (get it?).  The idea has since evolved to include any memorable thing that has happened this school year.  Gotta love Saige and her strange obsession with dicks.

I have been listening to album "Brothers" by The Black Keys non-stop.  Check it out. I love it.  If you are a fan of music or if you love enjoying life then listen to the album. I have to thank my good friend Eden for expanding my one meager song to the whole album.  Musical Genius right there. Eden if you are reading this, I love you.

The title of today's blog comes from Daley.  Remember the bread I bought yesterday at the Farmer's Market?  Well it's sitting in a paper bag in the food basket and Daley walks over, gives the bag a good squeeze, and then opens the closet.  I was left with a confused look on my face and exclaimed, "Daley stop squeezing my bread!"  Which taken out of context can be a little questionable, but then again anything can be taken as dirty now-a-days.