I'm sitting in my room last night, just by myself playing with my Rossie O'Donnell action figures and mom comes running downstairs screaming at me for leaving juice stains on the kitchen counter tops. She said that if she had a quarter for every time that I misbehaved, she would have enough money to buy the happiness that I've taken away from her. She also said if I screw up just one more macaroni picture depicting Michelangelo's, "The Last Judgment", she would sell me to a nice family on a farm so she could still buy happiness. On her way out she broke all of my Lego creations which included the Lego McDonalds I made when I was 35. I didn't know it was going to turn out this way. I think I’m just going to run away and join the circus or something. P.S. Don't tell mom my intentions of running away. She might just try stopping me in the doorway with promises of cherry pie. She's does this every time I threaten to join the circus. P.P.S. Tell Goo-goo the dinosaur that I'll be back for him if I make it out of the front yard ok.