So.
Living with Dad and Sirius isn't taking much to get used to. For example, breakfast is still the same and I've taken some pictures of our daily ritual. You lot can decide for yourselves how we're bloody still not keeling over from food poisoning.
Creative titling, wouldn't you say?
This happened Tuesday.
Wednesday didn't go much better. We thought maybe the toaster just wanted to be a different color.
But it just spat out this instead. Poor bread.
It's not good to waste food, but the birds seem more than willing to let the hungry in Africa keep on starving.
Hopefully things will get better because we really don't want to get into what the eggs and bacon look like.
SIRIUS FOR THE LOVE OF ALL OF DUMBLEDORE'S FLAMING PURPLE ROBES, YOU'VE BEEN IN THE LOO FOR AGES. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? TRIMMING YOUR HORRENDOUS NOSE HAIRS?