tré, tré merde poo.

my entire family is mad bisquits!
i'd elaborate but they are reading over my shoulder.
when my mummy gets home from work, we're going to bergamont station. but before that, my friend sara, who i may never see again, because we live not near eachother, and go to skools far far away from eachother. tré, tré merde! wich means very very poo-y in french.
so we're picking sara up round 12:30, anc then she'll come to my house, and we will talk about our totally mad bisquit lives.

ok, must be going... my MonsterSisters are having a slapping fight over who gets the computer next.