Seven Days, Two Hours, and 41 minutes

I better get my Christmas on!

Something strange

Charlie told me about his nightmare - he was at school, and he was picking his nose -- wait it gets better - Mr. J told him to stop picking his nose but Charlie did not listen. Instead, his brain came out, of his nose, when he was picking it.

So upon seeing Charlie's brain on his finger, Mr. J decided that he would microwave the brain BUT Charlie didn't want to eat it.

Nightmare? Geez! Who'd sleep? And I used to get freaked out about worms...