I'm pretty sure Yo Gabba Gabba is for kids who smoke weed. Or at least the ones who sneak strange mushrooms out of the backyard. I mean, there is no other way that show even makes good sense.
Don't you wish you went to highschool in Disney channel world where songs break out in the cafeteria, the entire school attends dances in costume and breaks out in choreography, and no 16 year old girls are dressed like half naked skanks.
Can you tell that I'm totally putting off the 10,768,432 things that I need to be doing by blogging on the couch while Turnanator flips through the tv channels?
I just want to say thank you for all of you that are reading the blog-and especially commenting. I haven't commented back to any of you individually, but I love all the encouragement. I apparently have some deep seeded issues about the fact that I didn't win "Wittiest" in my sixth grade class elections, so now I check my blog like 29 times a day to reassure myself that you all like me and think I'm funny. (I mean how stupid are class elections for sixth graders?! What do sixth graders even know about anything anyway?!) Wait..what was I talking about?.......Oh yeah, thanks for reading and stay with me. We have a big "thing" this weekend and I'll be busy looking cute, running around, doing how I do, but I'll be back. With a vengance. After a nap. The end