Apologies to anyone who has recently tried to purchase any type of anti-bacterial anything: wipes, gels, sprays, etc. It seems my mom has gone a little nuttier than usual and has purchased the entire supply this side of the hemisphere. For those who don't know, my mom has this thing for buying stuff in bulk - especially when it's on sale. Add in a coupon and well - it can get downright ugly if you get in her way. But this anti-bacterial stuff? Well, it's just completely gotten out of control. She's even resorted to ordering stuff on the Internet. In just a matter of days, the delivery trucks will be lining the streets.
So why all the panic? Well, it all started when my little brother, Doogle, sneezed. Yup, that's right. One little sneeze and suddenly my world has been turned upside down. Seems my mom has this thing for germs - as in she's out to get them, and she'll stop at nothing! Mom is like the Arnold Schwarzenegger of germ-warfare (lol - get it? My Social Studies teacher would be so proud!) One look at those germs and it's "Hasta La Vista, Baby!" Only instead of a high powered machine gun, Mom's got a can of Lysol. But same thing, really.
Saying the F word in our house is strictly forbidden. Not that F word!! I'm talking about F-L-U. Typing it out with dashes isn't really the same as saying it, so I should be okay. Anyway, I'm kind of okay with it all because my best friend, Natalie, had the fl .... I mean F-L-U, and she says it was the worst thing ever. So if Mom going all Terminator on us is going to help keep it away, I'm all for it.
Stay healthy everyone and don't worry, I'm sure all the stores will be re-stocking soon!
Hey everyone... It's me, Millie! I'll bet you're all wondering where I've been - huh. Well it's not my fault I haven't been around much over the last couple of weeks. Seems that Toz lady was too busy to post any of the stuff I wrote 'cause she's been writing her new book about that Nate Rocks kid ... again. You know what they say- out of sight out of mind. But now that she's gotten everything off to her editor, she's all, "Hey Millie, would you like to post on the blog today?"
It's okay, because I've been getting fan mail asking where I've been - and some even say they want another book about me! Yup, it's true. So thanks for that, I really appreciate it. It's not that I have anything against that Nate Rocks kid. I actually think he's kind of cool. He and I even have some stuff in common, and I like him way more than my brother Doogle. So yeah, for a boy, he's okay. I just want equal time - ya know?
Anyway, now that I'm here, I want to talk about something really important. Braces! Can you believe it? My dentist says I need to get them! I'm kind of freaking out, but Natalie keeps telling me how even more awesome my smile will be once I get them off. I guess she's got a point, but for now all I can think about is walking around with a mouth full of metal. I mean, what if I want to travel, and I need to go through one of those metal detectors? How does that work? Plus, I won't even be able to chew gum! Isn't that completely horrible? I just hope Jordan doesn't think I look like a total freak. Oh and I also hope they don't hurt, 'cause that would be kind of bad.
So that's what's going on with me. I'll keep you posted.
Until next time -- Millie
Hi - I'm Millie. Well, Millicent Marie really, but you can call me Millie. I'm twelve years old. This is my blog. I hope you like it. Tell all your friends, but don't gossip, because gossiping is wrong. So is bullying. I know this for a fact. If you want to know how I know, read my book. Thanks for stopping by!