10 days back dad dropped us at the airport and I was still trying to get a hold on my neck. It used to rock’n'roll. He comes back and finds me doing all the talking (ya ya ya ya ya is what I do for now to avoid wasting my vocab on unnecessary conversations). He was so surprised that in shock he starting talking my lingo. I thought of shocking him further and ended up sitting by myself (just needed a hand to settle on my ass). There you go! I don’t have to stare the ceiling anymore. I now see people and walls and people in front of the walls (and not just their heads hanging on top of me).
If that wasn’t enough, I ended up flirting with the air hostess on our way back. She even took me behind the curtains (beep beep beep). You shoud’ve seen my dad’s face! Men! always jealous of the grass on the other side of the fence.
For now, have a look at my new Flickr widget and see me grow week over week.
Bu-bye
