There was a sort of 'accident' at home.
Mom told me not to mention it, but I'm going to anyway.
The trash compactor broke, first of all, and I thought I'd fix it.
Phew, can't believe the pungent smells coming from THAT!!!
EWWWW!!!!
But the worst one came along just the other day.
I know it was my fault. I over used the computer a little bit, blogging about Science to all my friends and avid readers (I hope there are a few of you out there)
So, with screwdriver firmly in hand, I set to work.
All was going well, until....
Mom was a little (well, more than a little) distressed when she saw me going up in a big blue flash. Worried about my health, she insisted that I get plenty of bed rest.
I only singed my hair slightly and I was a little shook up, but still she insisted.
Oh well, whatever Mom says, goes.
Trouble is, it meant skipping school. And that's the last thing I wanted.
Fortunately for me, Kitty brought some homework so that I didn't drop my grades
Homework. Darn it. It's a killer. And I swear it's getting tougher too.
Yes, I know. It's an old photo, my bedroom doesn't have the 'Sci-Fi' look any more.
Which, to be honest, was a bit much for me anyway.
We're a great family, the three of us.
I talked to Dad the other day about ruling the world.
He just smiled warmly and nodded sagely.
He doesn't say much really, but I know that he secretly wants to be a Master Criminal.
Oh yes, it doesn't take a genius to discover that one.
Mom STILL wants to be a Mad Scientist.
Good for them.
I wish them well.
Well, signing off for now.
Hopefully the next week will be better for me.
Bye
Ambrose
