Buhbles is my little sister. That’s not her real name but I have renamed her. Buhbles is short for Buhbalah, which is what Jewish grandmothers call their grandchildren. Buhbles is a perfect name. It’s pronounced Bu-buls. That nickname has been so successful that my little sister even signs her emails that way.
I live with Buhbles —not really cause I go to college far away but she still manages to annoy me from afar. Buhbles is an interesting girl. She’s 11, in 6th grade, isn’t the brightest crayon in the box, and she loves One Direction (but not as much as she loves annoying me.)
Buhbles has filled my life with misfortune and sorrow and I want to share all that torture with the interwebs.
One time, I made friendship bracelets for my cat and I.
Maru and a car.
I doubt he even has a license.