Yesterday was a day of luxury for me; my mom and I scrubbed out the kitchen cabinets, which were full of little piles of termite droppings and other undesirables. We packed away seven boxes of dishes, freeing up about one-eighth of the cabinet space for my stuff, which was more than enough. I'm not kidding about the day of luxury. To be alone with my own thoughts (and the occasional silly comment shared with mee-maw), free to go to the bathroom when I so chose, was delightful. To go through an entire day with complete surety that I won't be ridiculed, ignored, or trampled by football players is now my greatest source of joy.
Schmoopsie and I went to the beach today. Just kidding, I don't really call him that. Not often, anyway. ANyway, it was our first real day at the beach since we moved here. Horrifying, isn't it? We only stayed for a couple of hours because I got stung by a jellyfish (I guess). The welts have already disappeared, so what was the point of that? I was scared out of the water, but have nothing to show for it. For a few seconds, I thought I might get out of working this week. Now I'll have to hope I get chosen for jury duty. (I filled out the questionnaire last week, answering in a way I hope will make me the ideal juror.) I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
Now I'm off to school. My dad is going to clean my room, since no one cleans the rooms at school. I have to empty the trash myself, and the floor has never been mopped, as far as I can tell. It's a biohazard.
Happy weekends!
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