Albumatizing photos is hard work.

Proof that my family has become engaged in my uncle's business:
Me: How do I look like Tom? The three of us are all different colours.
Mom: Tom's a green olive, you're a pink olive, and Emma's a black olive.
Me: Pink olives are orange.
Mom: No they aren't. They're rare.

I had to run upstairs during supper (fourth time eating pizza this week. It was very spicy) to get that out before I forgot it. It's another indication of addiction. Not only am I blogging alone, but sometimes I just get these urges to blog, and then I can't stop myself.