The Three Stooges
Friday, December 29th, 2006I opened my eyes this morning just in time to see the door to my room crack open. I have been sleeping on a mattress on the floor in my brother’s room over Christmas break. When you have eleven or more people staying in the house, you kind of have to make due with whatever floor space you can find. Because my mattress was on the floor… it would make sense that my eye level was right around floor level too. I’m a genius, I know.
As I opened my eyes, the door cracked open, and I could see the feet of three little people crowding around the door trying to peek in. I looked up just in time to see Johnny (my 13 year old brother), Peter (my 9 year old brother), and Davy (my 7 year old brother) come crashing into the room with their duvets and pillows. I can’t blame them… I was on the floor. Needless to say, I was an easy target for the three stooges of my home and their duvets and pillows.






