Hey friends! Bindi here! Sorry I've been an absentee blogger. Apparently in college you have these things called 'finals'. At the end of the semester the professors decide to suck away your soul (or what's left of it) by ripping you away from family, friends, sleep and everything else you care about and making you take these huge tests that cause stress, anxiety and sometimes nausea.
But that's all over now and I have some time to share a story with you all!
During all of the pre-finals bustle we managed to host a Christmas party at our apartment. Nearly 24 people showed up (which is amazing because I didn't know we had that many friends!). We had food, homemade hot chocolate, and a white elephant gift exchange. This is where it gets interesting. Sitting on the couch next to me was a very very very cute boy... whom I may or may not have a teeny tiny crush on. Let's call him Trace. Anyway... the gift that I received was a Perry the Platypus (from Phineas and Ferb) soap dispenser. I was wondering if there was actually soap inside (stupid thing to wonder though right? of course there would be soap inside) so Trace suggested I twist off the head to find out. The head would not budge, so of course I twist even harder, resulting in the breaking of Perry's head! I had just gotten this gift and I broke it in front of 24 people, one of them being the giver of the Perry! I just wrung Perry's little neck because that seemed to be the logical thing for me to do! Everyone was laughing as Trace took the soap dispenser from me and attempted to repair the damage I had done.
What I did next is beyond even my comprehension. I guess I was trying to show everyone that it still worked even though Perry's head spun all the way around like some possessed daemon. So I reach over and pumped the soap dispenser, pumping soap all over Trace's hands. Smooth. Really really smooth. Trace, bless his sweet heart, simply rubbed his hands together saying "Oh good soap! I really needed this!" as I ran up to get him a napkin, my face red and the room now roaring with laughter.
And that dear readers is why I'm single. I just have my own way with the fellas.
Dearly yours, Bindi
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