...Today I did something you should never do. I watched Teletubbies and Boohbah in the same day. And if you don't know what I'm talking about, that's good. I was showing my mom part of the Boohbah dance for today.
I plopped on the floor. "They fell on the floor and made that sound that's kinda like a fart...and then they-" I sat up with my back to my mom and wiggled like a plate of Jell-O. Then I whipped my head around, paused for a few seconds, then turned back around slowly. Then I did it all again.
I don't know what was wrong with me today...Jennifer and I were doing the bump to a Japanese rock song that has the line that translates to "If I were a comet..." and bouncing up and down in the car to techno and laughing when people stared at us as they passed by.
Tomorrow my sister is going skating. I am staying at home and making fettucine alfredo because I like skating about as much as I like bowling. Oh, don't get me started with bowling... I never want to see the inside of another bowling alley or skating rink again if I can help it. So I am making my last meal for my mommy before I leave for camp. She pretended to cry when she realized that. I hope it's because she'll miss her daughter and not her chef, ahem...
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Liza, there is something wrong with you. I thank one o' dem countri bugs has ah nested in yo ear an infected yo brain. If it's contagious, don't bring it back.
Take care of my Jonesie while you're in Ghettisto - I'm gonna miss him. And keep your weird infection incubated in your own brain - no passing it to him or to the kids.
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