Vecais' terrible, horrible, no-good, rotten, very bad day

To begin, check out the concrete rash on my forehead where I chucked myself down the back steps, just to see if it was fun (it wasn't). You can't see it, but I have matching rash that looks rather like a little scabby Adolph 'stash up close. So not only do I look like I lost a fight, but like I'm the guy who lost a very specific fight about 70 years ago. Great.

And why is it that you can't see my cute little fascist stash? No, that isn't chocolate all over my mouth (i should be so lucky) but brown ink, from when i bit off the top of a magic marker because it looked like chocolate and i thought it might taste good (it didn't).


And yes, that's my sister sticking her finger up my nose.



And to top it off, not only was it a REALLY Bad Hair Day, but my mom had to make me wear a pink barette to try to offset it (it didn't).


Well, apparently everybody has days like this sometimes. (Even in Australia.)