Steamed Hams

Another day.

I slowly open my eyes to greet the left side of my room again, out the window, spectating the Krusty Burger behind Mother's house. The thin walls of the building allowed the children's laughs and cheers make themselves home. "That's what have woken me up again." I mutter to myself. I turn towards my clock, the other side of the bed. displayed on it's rugged monitor, the bright image of the numbers Nine, Four, and Five were greeting me. I suddenly remembered. Chalmers was coming over for lunch today. Surely I've given him directions, and have told Mother about how important it is for me.

I end up doing my daily routine, which consists of:

- Waking up.

- Blaming innocent children on waking me up.

- checking the time.

- sulking to the bathroom.

- close the blinds of the bathroom if that Wiggum kid was there, peering inside.

- stare at the handsome fellow on the other side of the mirror.

- Brush my teeth for the hundredth time.

- get some clothes on.

- get breakfast.

And so on.

But today was special, I didn't sulk this time. I was, Optimistic! I felt like nothing could ruin today. Until I forgot to close the blinds of the bathroom. I let out a soft shriek once I saw the Wiggum kid, telling me in a faint voice, "I like ice cream. It makes me look like a Unicorn!". After putting on my suit, in a hurry, I enter the kitchen. The roast! That's what I- we should have, as long it doesn't burn the house down.