Sophia saves the day

Sophia was down in the field with her horse when these two teenage girls were walking down our road and smashing the pumpkins we left on the sides of the road. Sophia hid in the bushes and said in her scariest voice
"DON'T RUIN THE PUMPKINS!!!"
And then she shouted it repeatedly until the girls ran away.

I have a little problem...

I get these ideas in my head like "I want to paint a mural of vines and flowers on my ceiling"

or "I want to sew a dress that I can wear for running outside and feeling like a Narnian princess"

or "I should blog everyday for a year"

or "Let's see if I can read 80 books in a month"

Usually, they don't happen. But if I really get latched onto a project, it happens.

If it has something to do with sewing, it usually goes like this:
"That dress is the most beautiful one I've ever seen. I'm sewing one."

It happened again. I found the most beautiful dress ever. I'm sewing one.
Stay tuned for updates.

If this makes absolutely no sense to anybody else, sorry. It was hilarious at the time.

Me: Mum, you know what I was thinking?
Mum: What's that?
Me: Esther-Ruth and I were thinking we should have a clothes swap, because it doesn't really matter to us if we buy new clothes, or if they're just new to us.
Mum: That's a good idea.
Dad: Yeah, I like that idea too. When I get back on used victoria (Dad is currently on a used victoria fast), that's going to be my first ad: I'm a 40 year old man and I'm bored of my clothes. Anybody want to trade? I've got jeans and lots of black shirts. I'll trade you for a blue shirt?

(We all look at Dad. He is currently wearing jeans, and a black shirt underneath another black shirt. Laughter ensues.)
Dad: That wasn't that funny. (Goes to throw something in the garbage.)
Dad: Hold the phone! (Pulls can opener out of the garbage.) You're throwing this baby away?
Mum: It doesn't work.
Dad: I can make it work like a charm. Besides, we paid 40 bucks for this thing because it had a lifetime warranty.
Mum: Do you really feel like driving out to Sears and getting a new one?
Dad: I love that feeling. Anyways, this one works fine. You just have to squeeze it really hard and twist these things a bit, because the blades don't come all the way together otherwise. (Dad then proceeds to twist the handles of the can opener and try and bend them back together.)
Aaron: In other words, it doesn't work.
Mum: I'm going to have my nap now.
Dad: (tosses can opener back in garbage.) Whatever. It can go.
Aaron: Well, it was fun while it lasted, right Dad?
(Dad slaps Aaron and returns to his office.)