Mood:
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I woke up this morning to Shelly opening my screen. "What are you doing?" She says, "I want to read on the roof." I blink groggily, "You idiot, close the window and put the gnomes back."
So she had been awake a few hours before that and I woke up once to her playing my jewelry box music... and then turning around and looking at me.
Another time was her doing her homework... and then turning around and looking at me.
So we went down for breakfast.
Mom says, "Shey, how do you like your eggs? Soft, hard or broken?" Shelly says, and I quote, "I like to poke it with my toast."
...What?
So anyways, we did a lot of nothing. We sat outside in the sun and then picked flowers. We read some Cambelle McGrath.
She tried to steal my Pablo Neruda.
So basically she just sucks at life.
Tomorrow= St. Patricks Day!
Divinely yours,
BETH