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• When your bowels are over active and you finally manage to find relief on the loo, only to discover that there is no toilet paper.

• When you leave the house to return later and not being able to find your keys. Nobody’s home, all you can do is lockpick into your own house. Once inside you find your keys; in the little hole in your own bag, the one you had with you the entire time.

Don’t know where that came from… Just had to share it. Baaaaah… Anyway… Onto my random daily doings; I’m having one of those sleepless days again. It’s been friggin hot today too. And yesterday I’ve gone to bed late as well. Woke up earlier than usual this morning.

Still have lots of work to do on the piñata, have been working on it since I woke up off and on. The birthday of my best friend’s kid is this upcoming Saturday, so… The deadline is pretty tight… And I discovered I was out of brown paper last night, which sucks cause we still need to color the body too. Somehow, due to the heat, we forgot all about getting some new brown paper today too. Yes, very handy.

Anyway… It’s really shaping up though. I had to fix the body some more with some glue and old newspapers, so that it’ll be steady enough to hang on from the balcony, strong enough for all the candy that still needs to be stuffed inside the piñata’s stomach… The head is getting retouched with some curly black hair and is pretty much ready to be attached to the body.

I’m looking at the headless body right now. It’s really awkward, cause in the dark it just looks kind of disturbing.

My best friend and I had been laughing all day, wondering what the neighbors and the party guests will think once they see the life-sized chocolate brown piñata princess hanging from the balcony with kids smashing into it with a stick. Bad visuals there, just bad. FYI; I’m partly black so no racism here… Just dark humor…

We are going to play this really annoying Dutch song when the kids are smashing the doll up. Maybe even a song by Patty Brard… Cause that would really suit the doll.

The piñata has a name now btw, don’t know if I’ve mentioned that before. We named the chocolate princess Patty Brard, after a Dutch TV personality. Patty Brard is known in Holland for her big mouth, her “don’t-give-a-shit” attitude, her so called singing career and the fact that she likes to party hard with the bottle. I do like her, though. Hope to be an old crazy chick like that someday myself too XD Maybe even worse XD

Especially when there’s glue all over your hands and the head, made out of a balloon, newspapers and colored thin paper, falls off the table or when the thin brown paper somehow won’t stick the way it was intended to, you just feel like nagging against it. I do anyway. So I go; “Patty, sit still.” Or “Patty, I know you like to spin the bottle but stop spinning around.” I don’t know why but it just cracks my friend and me up so bad. I guess you’d have to be there to get it… Or not… Whatever.

So, tomorrow we really have to go out and get some more brown colored thin paper. Still need to readjust a few things on the body as well. We have 3 days… Maybe 4… I am so hoping we are going to make it. Otherwise the kids’ll only have Patty’s head to smash up with a stick. Which’d be funny too… But having the kids molesting Patty’s entire body would be funnier.