Well the weekend is just about over. Dad is hiding the rabbit poop, so I’m having a little harder time getting a fix. Mom says I’m disgusting. I’ve achieved the Frito’s odor in just a little over a week. A short time ago, mom exclaimed she smelled “Axe” by the steps, I thought enough already, I know I smell bad, at least I don’t have a speech impediment! Then she said she was choking on the smell of “Axe.” Okay drama queen, I get it, I smell bad, get over it already! I mean really, how rude! At least I can pronounce my esses! Does dad say he’s going bax fishing? Does the girl they call Summer have to go to math clax? You won’t believe this, mom just yelled up to the boy they call Wyatt and asked him if he “spilled his Axe?” Now, I’ve been pretty sick before, but I didn’t think you could spill one of those. Poor kid! Now, this is where it gets really weird! She called the boy downstairs and asked him “how much Axe” he sprayed on his chest? I thought, get the kid to the doctor, or, better yet, the circus, if he’s able to spray his chest! The boy seemed a little upset, and said he just sprayed a “little.” Mom was all over him though, she said “you sprayed more than a little Axe, you must of sprayed a lot,! I can smell Axe all the way down here!” Well, I’ve gotta go, I think I’m going to be sick, I bet Laxxie didn’t have to hear about Timmy’s gastrointestinal oddities.