*sobs over carcass of her car*
I got a pretty quidditch broom.
Turns out my cousin David talks in his sleep just like his big sister Rachel. We were both sleeping on the pull out couches in the living room of our suite in Niagara, and the sink in the kitchen kept making gargling noises. At one point in the middle of the night I was awakened to the sound of the sink gurgling, followed by David yelling, “No no no no! It’s just a parrot! It’s just a bird!”
I’m going to redesign bad candy next week. I’m changing it’s name. hurrah.