When I was a
wee lass, I had a fascination with the vents in my house. Namely, I liked
to drop things down the vent. I lost a lot of Barbie shoes and other small
Barbie accessories down there. I recall once when I dropped my Wonder Woman
action figure down the vent, but she is much larger than Barbie shoes,
so my dad was able to retrieve her without a problem.
This habit I picked up of dropping things down vents didn't stop at my own vents, nor did they stop at vents. I fondly remember dropping pieces of hot dog (whether this was mine or Hoser's doing, I can't remember) down her kitchen vents (on accident, I'm sure, in case Hoser's mom is reading this...) and dropping Treasure Trolls down their laundry chute. Come to think of it, this could be why her family hates me...
Sleeping upstairs
in Lindsey's house really sucks. Not only do I have to contend with the
unnatural climate, her dad abuses printers in the other room! Yarg!