Day Six

Nobody wakes up until 11am, and good for us. We take the shuttle to the convention center and walk across the street to the Peabody Hotel -- a larger version of the Memphis one. They even have ducks in the lobby fountain. Quite irritating. We had a quick lunch at the B-Line Bistro. I had a turkey B-Line Deli sandwich and half of a huge chocolate chip cookie with Morgan. We headed back to the exhibits and Dad went off to a meeting. Today we had to look at a lot of stuff for Mom's work, and that was fine. We still met Paul Janeczko and Walter Dean Myers. I can't really remember what we did all day lon, honestly. But I know that at 5pm we met up with Dad at the ALA Store. We loaded Morgan and Dad up with bags and packed them off to the hotel. Mom and I walked next door to the Rosen Plaza, bought medium size cafe mochas from their Starbucks, and went up to the second floor for a poetry reading by about 15 to 20 children's poets. The line up included Douglas Florian, Nikki Grimes, Paul Janeczko, Walter Dead Myers, Marilyn Singer, Lane Smith, Jane Yolen, and many others. It ran way over time, and we were there for almost 3 hours -- it was great though. We took a taxi back to the hotel and then went right back out for dinner with the rest of the family at Cafe Tu Tu Tango again. We dined on alligator bites, coconut shrimp, and bread & crackers with hummus. Then we all had dessert! I ordered some kind of chocolate thing covered in nuts that I didn't eat, surrounded by a raspberry sauce moat. Just before our desserts came, I tried to start this discussion with Dad after he made a comment about the music, tying it to the movie he'd first heard it in. Unfortunately, he and the rest of the family saw it was an attack and jumped back at me. I gave up and slumped into silence for the rest of the night. It was really fucked up to witness that they functioned better and were more happy when I wasn't talking. When we got back to the hotel, I called Brandon just to leave a message, then tried to go to sleep in my parents' bed. Mom came in after a while, and I went back to sleep. Dad woke me up again when he finally came in, and he bumbled around for what felt like forever, then tried to make me scoot over so that he could sleep on the other side of me. I was already angry and cranky and I just left the room and went to the fold out bed with Morgan. I hate being woken up. Luckily I got back to sleep quickly, but it was a bad night anyway.

Day Five

I woke up pretty freaked out, wishing my prince had come to save me from that dream. Unfortunately, during all that dreaming, Morgan and I had slept the morning away. Mom woke us up when she came home from her meeting, around 11. We missed a lot of signings, but by the time we got to the convention center, it was basically time for everybody's lunch break anyway. So instead of going to the exhibits, we walked to the nearby Rosen Plaza Hotel and had lunch at their restaurant Cafe Matisse. Then we stopped by the hotel's Starbucks where I ordered a mocha frappuccino, seeing as we were about to walk in the blinding hot hot sun all the way back to the convention center. But of course, we ended up going in this weird side door into the center, so the outdoor walk was very shot. Basically, I froze all day long because it was so cold inside. It sucked, and I felt really weird standing in all the lines with my damn Starbucks frap. When we did get into the exhibit all, we set Morgan down by the wall next to Scholastic, and Mom and I trekked off into the sunset. I love doing this so much. And our team works so well. Morgan holding down the fort by sitting on the sidelines with our excess bags, me and Mom splitting up and standing in different lines so we can cover more territory. I love it. I held our spot in (this year's Caldecott winner) Mordicai Gerstein's line while Mom slid through Eric Carle. Then Mom took my place for Mordicai while I made the rounds, combing back to Bothh 2300 to report that Nikki Grimes and Angela Johnson were signing simultaneously several aisles away. Which books? I'm on it, and off again, dipping through the crowds of librarins with perfect grace. Ho ho! Today I'm invogorated (is it the coffee?) I feel in place. We head over to the collective Canadian publishers' booth and look at several utterly gorgeous new picture books -- Red Tree, new versions of Pinocchio and Alice In Wonderland, reissues of Terry Jones/Michael Foreman story books, a digitally created version of Over the Meadow, and so on. It was amazing to me that this tiny, brand new imprint of the collective publishers had some just plain gorgeous books that no was seeing because they're hidden over in the damn 700s aisle, when the biggest children's publishers are up in the 2100s through 2300s. Mom was flipping through this beautiful WWII book called In Flanders Fields when I sighed despondently and turned across the aisle, to the part of the display we hadn't ploughed through yet. There's a man with a pen sitting at a table next to one of the publishing reps, a little sign advertising "Michael Foreman now signing!" I turn back around, blink a few seconds, and glance over at that new edition of Fairy Tales -- I'm NOT wrong that Michael Foreman is the illustrator of what used to be my favorite books on the planet. I poke Mom and whisper "Michael Foreman is over there." She doesn't believe me. Hell, I don't believe me. She insists, "No he's not!" We both look back over our shoulders and sure enough, there he is. Alone. No line. Nobody for miles, except the nervous rep. We scuttle over and, in shot, make a scene. Later, the rep will tell us later that we couldn't have done it better if she'd paid us. Apparently Mr. Foreman just showed up from his London home and she had no way to publicize by then. They'd been pushed out to the boonies of the exhibit hall (though still not quite as far as the L. Ron Hubbard booth) so nobody knew he was there. Except us. We told him of my love for Fairy Tales -- especially the Fly-By-Night-- as well as Spider the Cat, Cat and Canary, and on and on. We must've bought six books. We couldn't help it, the man is adorable. He showed us how he slipped himself and his house into some tiny illustrations. We wanted to take a picture but I only had my own camera, with dead batteries. Morgan had the digital, so no picture for us. I was so happy that we got to meet Michael Foreman. I wonder if even a single other person stopped to talk to him. The rest of the day, I walked around carrying the new Bedtime Stories in front of me like a sign. Mom and I told a few random people to go see him, but I don't think anyone took us seiously. It made me really upset and I got kind of depressed for a large portion of the day. I took a really long shower, and you know what that means. But, we ended up going to dinner with Debbie (my mother's cousin who lives in Orlando) at Bahama Breeze. I tried everybody's drinks, and I even sampled a chicken wing appetizers. I consumed a beautiful vanilla milkshake, and then had only chocolate mousse for dinner. How disgusting I am! Seeing Debbie was really nice, since we haven't seen her for years. She has totally different interests and tastes than we do, but she's so much fun to be around that it was still a successful night. She kept saying how much I look like Phyllis. I wonder if I actually look like her. I do wear all her old clothes... We said goodbye to Debbie around 9:30 and headed over to the convention center to see a special conference showing of Farenheit 9/11 at 10pm. Beforehand they told us that the movie made that night was being donated would go towards efforts to protect the First Amendment, intellectual freedom, and USA PATRIOT Act education. (If you didn't know, librarians hate the PATRIOT Act because it allows your library records to be searched and the librarian can't even tell you about it.) Then showed a little short film made by ALA that talked about how great librarians are and all they stuff they do for the community and how underpaid they are. So everybody was all riled up when Michael Moore's movie started. There were hisses, cheers, angry comments, and applause. I honestly don't think there was a dry eye in the place by the end of it. We left the convention center all in a tizzy, Mom shouting into the night "WE HAVE TO DO OUR PART!" as we drove away. She wants to get a sign or three for our front lawn. I came home tired at 2am and went to bed as soon as I could.

Day Four

We wake up around 7am and hop down to the hotel's continental breakfast. I have 2 poppyseed muffins, scrambled eggs, bacon, and apple jews. I've been eating more than ever lately, and it's driving me crazy. We take the shuttle bus over to the convention center before the exhibits are even open. We get first dibs on all bags, buttons, coffee mugs, and other goodies. We also get to meet Tamara Pierce, author of the Lioness Quartet, four books about a girl named Alanna, several of which Mom read while she was pregnant with me and were at least part of the reason for my name. Ms. Pierce said that was a first, and was quite flattered. We spent a few hours at the exhibits in their prime and eventually left to put our many many bags back at the hotel. We ended up taking a shot nap before Mom left for her meeting. Morgan and I were instructed to come to the exhibits on our own and meet at the Ursula K. LeGuin signing at 3:30pm. Well, Morgan and I were sucked into a VH1 program called Totally Gay! or something like that. We didn't leave the rom until 2:45 and when we got to the convention center, realized we'd forgotten our badges. Since we were already so late, we just sat around outside the exhibit hall waiting for Mom. We spotted her after only about 10 minutes. She went ahead and got Ursula K. LeGuin's signature while Morgan and I checked out the ALA Store. Then we went back to the hotel, took a real nap -- for 3 fucking hours, or some craziness. I've been sleeping so much lately, it isn't even funny. I think my sleeping and eating patterns are directly related. Fuck that shit, I'm ready to go back to my life of barely sleeping with a steady diet of air and crackers. Anyway, Dad came back to the hotel and we got on a bus to go to Universal Studios. It took a damn hour to get there, with all the hotels we stopped at. We really only ended up going because it was this special 'scholarship bash' thing that ALA was doing, so the only people there were librarians, and it really wasn't crowded at all. We rode Terminator 2, Back to the Future, Men in Black, Shrek 2, and ae at Mel's Drive-In, where I had a lovely vanilla milkshake. We got out of there around 11:30 and had to wait for the shuttle buses, so we didn't get home until about 12:30. Morgan put the TV on for a little while and we watched "Reno 911" which actually helped spawn a nightmare I had. It was pretty disturbing stuff. I'm sort of glad I remebered it at all, though, since I normally don't. Good for me.

Day Three

Mom wakes us up for breakfast and we dawdle since Dad decided to skip his 2 o'clock meeting. Grandma shovels pancakes down our throats. Her theory is that since we'll be in the car, we might as well eat a full day's meal now. Best quote ever -- "The black ones are blueberry. They're purple." ho ho ho! We packed up the van and set out. I listened to Throwing Muses, Pixies, and Kimya Dawson while drinking coke and eating white cheddar popcorn. Man oh man. We only ever buy that stuff on road trips. I felt disgusting. We drove into Orlando with the Pixies' Bossanova blasting in my ears on top of the grossy tacky buildings going on forever into the horizon. I already hate this city. We check into the hotel before walking to Cafe Tu Tu Tango which is a pretty cool little restaurant/art gallery place. We then walked past the horrible buildings in the heat down to the convention center to get our ALA passes. We rode the shuttle bus back to the hotel and watched Down With Love. Mom and Dad left to go hear a panel of fantasy authors read and speak. Morgan and I go swimming in the in/outdoor pool until lightning starts. I stick my foot in the lobby fountain just to be silly. We watch the storm from inside -- the ceiling of the hotel is glass, and there's big windows (overlooking the Aussie Steak House) in our hotel room. The TV has cut out, so we travel to every floor of the hotel to check out what kind of vending machines they've got. We finally end up getting ice cream from the machine on our own floor. When we get back to the room, the TV is working in, so we partake in a good heaping helping. Alaska provides entertainment even afte the parents come home. Morgan and I unfolded the futon couch and watched some more crap TV before sleep. Is it odd to watch moe television when you're on vacation? I always end up doing that somehow.
(happy birthday, sallis!)

Day Two

I wake up at about 12:30 and lay in bed forever and ever. At some point my cell phone beeps and tells me I've missed a call from Brandon, so I call him back. He's at work so he can't really talk -- it turns out he'd called the night before and my cell phone is a dumbass. He's in a really sad mood, and I don't know what I can possibly do. Morgan and I stay in bed forever longer. Rachel had to go to dance and she left hours ago while we were sleeping. Luke brings us breakfast in bed -- chips, pretzels, cookies, and Berry Gatorade. Food of the Gods. We leave that house around 2:30 and go back to the other house where everyone's trying to set up the DVD player unsuccessfully. Morgan reads The Count of Monte Cristo while I go through old photo albums -- these always fascinate me. Rachel comes home, and we all sit around for awhile. I take a walk out into the soft truck-tread dirt through the tobacco field. I watch butterflies in Grandma's garden. I wish we were younger so that we could still play on haystacks or catch minnows or pretend we were elves in houses of trees. Maybe I can convince them when we get back from Orlando... Eventually I was missed and Morgan came looking for me. Inside we were sitting around the kitchen table when Dad and Papa came back from town, where they had gotten the batteries in five watches to get fixed. I synchronized them down to the second because I'm insane. Now I am the Mayor from Nightmare Before Christmas. Later we had dinner (I had a biscuit, anyway) before Morgan, Rachel, and I went to the attic to explore. We came upon an old trunk of my aunt Phyllis's old clothes and trinkets. We got Grandma, Mom, and Aunt Jenny o come up and look too -- we found a lot of awesome things and tried some on. I think high school age Phyllis and I have similiar taste because I'm bringing virtually everything we found back home. In the middle of all this, the power went out because of a storm. We lit some candles and eveybody had ice cream. A tree at the end of the road got split in half. Grandma found some old cheap ground fireworks which we played with in the driveway. The 6th one sort of spluttered and then flew towards my Dad in a mad rage. It was insane. I guess it was angry at him for standing on the porch, instead of in the driveway with the rest of us. The one after that flew up in the air and split in two. After that we stuck to running around with sparklers. We also ran around the carport trying to catch a frog. He was soft and calm, and I was afraid I was holding him too hard. I'm such a little kid, I loved it. Then we watched A Thousand Clowns which was really really good. When it was over, I called Brandon, who had called me 6 times that night and somehow my phone never rang. Again, he was really upset, and I couldn't console him in any way. I felt so helpless and farther away than ever. Plus that's supposed to be our last conversation until our vacations are over (July 7? I can't remember. It's 11 days, I think.) which should be good for us since we're both obsessed and pining sickeningly. Our phones kept breaking up and I had to switch rooms repeatedly. I sat on the porch awhile with Dexter the cat but a dragonfly came up there to die, loudly and using quite a lot of the porch space. He was way too overdramatic so I went back inside and eventually went to bed upstairs with Rachel and Morgan.

Day One

We leave the house arund 11am -- a late start! It rains most of the day and there's bad traffic, so we don't get to Alma until 11pm. All day I listen to music (Brandon's summer mix, Kimya Dawson, Dead Milkmen, De La Soul, Rasputina etc.) and think about dancing in my kitchen. I get chills like mad from a lot of the songs. I feel obsessive more than usual today. Is it just that I'm awakening? So we finally get to Alma and have a brownie. We present Grandma and Papa with a DVD player gift and a few movies. Eventually, Morgan and I go to sleep over at Curtis, Jenny, Rachel, and Luke's house across the pond. Rachel and Morgan put on The Goonies but I'm suddenly very tired, and I try to sleep, which turns out to be impossible because Rachel and Morgan talk and talk and talk through the whole thing. I think about my friends and worry. I do not dream.

This is the other shirt i bought at the first thrift store. I like it a lot, its a pretty coor and it fits me just right. Today apparently we're going out to dinner and then stuff is happening. And tomorrow Anne Paton leaves with her father and we all leave and we go to memphis and we're going downtown and then i'm going to spend the night with Alanna because shit is crappy after we move. A week from now, Aj is coming down from New Hampshire and staying for two weeks.

I somehow managed to sleep til 3 today even though i went to bed around 12. Actually i laid around thinking for a while even though i didn't want to lay around thinking. So i don't know when i REALLY went to bed. Anyways, i'm yawning. WhYyYyyYyYYY. Soooooo until later after i've done something productive (All i've done today is eat chicken & dumplings) then i'm going to leave this poor blog.

Yesterday we went thrift store shopping and i got this shirt along with another one that is just a deep red and buttons down. The clothes i got were new, with tags on them and all, i don't know why. It was actually the most expensive thrift store i've ever shopped at in my entire life. I don't think they could rightly call it a thrift store because they paid for the clothing, so it was more of a consignment store. I was also incredibly dissapointed that the government charges tax on already-bought clothing! The shirts at this store were mostely $4.00, $4.50.. and even though thats not very expensive its also not very cheap.

After that we came home and i watched some cartoons and ate some mashed potatos until Anne Paton's aunt and uncle came over. Then we had dinner (more mashed potatos and steak) while we watched some insane "Junkyard Wars" show where they had to create an engine powered submarine. Then, we had some coffee (bad idea, i was up til 3 am lying in bed unable to sleep) and played Liverpool Rummy. Anne Paton's aunt (Katie) also told me that there was another thrift store here and that it was a real thrift store and not a consignment store. I enjoyed the night a lot until i couldn't get to sleep.

Once in bed (around 12) i read quite a bit of In the Hand of the Goddess until Anne Paton decided to cover her head with her blanket to block out the light and i decided i should be courteous and go bed. I later discovered that she has to sleep with the door open and let some light seep into the room. That bothers me more than anything.

Today i slept til 11, because they woke me up wanting to go to the thrift store Katie had told us about the night before and then out to lunch. We went and at first i was like 'eh' i didn't think i'd find anything when we walked in because 1) it was small and 2) all of the college students took their clothes to the consignment stores where they could get money for them. But i did find three shirts. One of them was a sortof intricate tiny floral pattern in light blues and greens, and one was a light lavender the color of my bedsheets in Memphis, and one was a white tanktop thing that is basically another 'piece of cloth' (according to alanna, and how right she is) with embroided flowers and things on it. I'm buying a lot of button up shirts recently. Of course i'm glad they're good button up shirts that don't stretch where my chest is, that always kills me. Violently.

At the mexican resturant (i am not much for mexican food) i got a taco salad and it was alright, they had to customize the shit out of it for me.

So here i am and apparently we're going to some thing in the park later tonight and i'll have to tell you about that eventually i'd suppose. :)

Byeee

Today was a busy day. I woke up around 11 when my grandmother told me they were ready to go out and do things, they went to walmart while i got ready, although that wasn't necessary cause i was ready about 1 minute after they had left. So i watched some spongebob squarepants and waited for their return while eating some of my strawberry jello, i shouldn't have added fresh strawberries, i didn't enjoy them. It was otherwise good.

So then we went out and we got to Proud Larrys (resturant) around noon where we ordered some wonderful huge thick seasoned steak fries and i ordered Alfredo with garlic for lunch. It was very good. Then after that we walked to Square Books (bookstore) and i had a wonderful black cherry soda by Blue Sky. I was more looking forward to their rootbeer but that was just as fine. And we sat out on the porch of the bookstore and talked for a while. Anne Paton (my cousin or something) was going to get the book Stargirl but she did not, i don't know why i told her it was good.

After that we met up with my grandmothers second husband (uh step-grandfather?) and we drove around the Ole Miss campus and all around Oxford and got icecream. I got some kind of 'bunny tracks' icecream with caramel and chocolate and some kind of peanut or nut or something and these crazy little chocolate pods with creamy stuff inside and random coffee beans or something, it was... interesting.

So then we went to a movie store and i was going to rent Amelie and Blow Dry but the people required a membership which asked for your social security number and so my grandmother wouldn't give it. So then we went to blockbuster and they didn't have Blow Dry but they did have Amelie and i just finished watching that and it was very good. It seemed sortof long, but i really liked the end. I wanted to get The Royal Tannenbaums(eh spelling) but neither blockbuster nor the other place had it. Another problem with renting the movies is that Anne Paton can't watch any movies her parents haven't seen/approved. Now thats bullshit. lol. But i wasn't worried with trying to find something she could watch anyways. I'm really glad i watched Amelie alone, without my grandmother/everyone else. watch it and you'll know why.

So that brings us up to date, and we're going to have diner soon. Tomorrow i believe we're going to the thrift store, if there is anything i see there and purchase, i will make sure to post ;P

Toodles!

i made strawberry jello

I have arrived in Oxford, Miss. whereupon i am staying for 1-2 weeks. Actually the second week we might go to the Ozark mountains and stay in my Aunts cabin even though she is not there. We'll probably go visit a few places here and there, hang out around here, eat out some, go to some bookstores and outlet malls despite the fact that i have no money. etc.

So today they picked me up, (my grandmother and my like, step cousin or something), and we went to P.F. Changs whereupon we ordered Orange Chicken, Chicken/Beef/Shrimp Lo Mein, and Shrimp Fried Rice... Ohhh gad it was good (except for the orange chicken which i didn't like cause it was like this tangy-spicy thing) but i am going to say that mine was the best out of all of those (the Lo Mein). Oh yea, we had like these lettuce wrap things, they were very very odd and very very good. Oh Yea, in the resturant they played music like (of all things!!) Boa (Duvet) and the Counting Crows (Rain King) and some other things that were familiar but i was not certain of.

Then we got in the car and drove for about 1 1/2 hours, whereupon we arrived here and i was given a tour of the new house. I spent some time settling in and then i finished reading Dealing With Dragons while they (grandmother & step cousin) went to walmart, claires, a book store, and some other things in the Oxford Outlet Mall. aahhaa :)

So here i am, with my computer set up and 2 weeks ahead of me for relaxation and fun until i go back home and aj comes to visit me.

Later!

Hello hello hello! i am Brittany or something. Today we woke up and went to the beach, and hung out til around 12 and then we went on a pontoon boat... ack lots of fun, we went out to a sandbar and we all got out and swam around and caught crabs and had fun. We caught 6 hermit crabs and named them after the members of the family, the one which was my grandmother never moved, the ones that were my brother and aunt and some other one went back to the water. Ahmmm... well then we came back in cause a storm was comin our way and we came back to the condo and washed up, then my cousin and i played prokadima(a paddle ball game) and then we went to dinner. I had a large plate of fries... o_o... well anyways. more tomorrow!

Hello to everyone. i am in Florida.. Today was incredibly relaxing, i went to the beach and read and listened to sleater-kinney and my 'good pop music from the 90s' cd. I finished Shattered Mirror by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes. It wasn't as good as her second one, she's pretty amature at writing but you can' t exactly expect much more. The water was very very very clear today... swiming pool clear as usual but anyways we had fun and played in the ocean and whatnot but i dont really have the time or desire to elaborate. so i'll blog my accounts tomorrow or somethin'

i left my mind in memphis.

when you read me and morgan's detailed accounts of this lovely story, you should read from the bottom of the page to the top. so scroll!

Epilog
Thus my adventure ends.

SOMEBODY PUT SOMETHING IN MY DRINK
June 18, 2002 3:28 No No it's now 3:29
We are listening to the Ramones. I like the song "Somebody Put Something in my Drink"! HA! It's good. We're eating pecan twills and demon poo has m&ms and I haves gummy life sabers! Mmmmmm! (and water) Lana Demon Oh I feel sickish. Cause Demon Poo made me turn off -practically- the air condition. "She's cooould." *raspberry!*

WHO LEFT THE TOWEL IN THE POOL
June 18, 2002 12:15
We're in the car. Yesterday the evil pissy demon of death and pox and everything wrong and ungood in this world and mom read buy the pool while I attempted hand stand alone in the pool. It's more fun to try to swim deep and do a handstand with eyes open then let yourself flip around and you can see filtered sun through the water's surface. Very pretty. Today went back to the bookplace to scrape mom's pockets for the last of her pennies and checkbooks to buy books. (I met Coleman Barks, Neil Gaiman, and Art Speigleman while here.) I'm reading a good book called Coraline (buy Neil Gaiman) and also got it for sara. The evil D.C. man doesn't like women and/or children so he is now the evil wickid pissy demon of death and pox and everything wrong and ungood and perilous and prejudice in the world and Alanna is just demon poo.

pizza talk
June 17, 2002 11:47
(at the ALA Building eating mini pizzas buy the wall. HAD not to write on but napkins and "Mariott Awards" posted notes.)
Fell asleep on the carpet all bundled in Mom's shirt. The evil pissy demon Alanna wouldnt give it her blue denomy shirt. Very cold. Dad had no knife. Had to rip it my hands strechy cheese. Mom brough five packets of parmageon she didn't tell us about we didn't use. The evil pissy demon - which will forevermore be known as t he evil pissy demon - is not taking an goofy pictures. I will steal her camera and use it to do my bidding. Alanna says "You make the most annoyed faces"
"Do you wonder why?" I say and she saggs her head like a brainless but happy furry animal. meaning no but I tell her
"I'm annoyed."
"Wow I got Marriot Awards. I am a good Hotel guest." Yes. Alanna is a good Hotel guest but I was lieing. I rubbed the Mariott Award on my face whispeing "My precious" in freakish misery only it was fun. The Mariott Award is a posted notey fancy Hotel itenvr. I pronounced David Wisnishan's name David Whish worker. The evil pissy demon -of death- is having a very bad penmanship. She wrote this poor man's name on her paper. He will now probably get a hex or a pox because of this bad luck situation. We love the evil pissy demon -of death- anyway. A man walked by and saw a little woman struggling with her posters. He said -I thought he said- "go the the front desk and they'll give you a wall."
"What?" says the little woman.
"What?" I'm thinking. I'm thinking I should back away from the crazy wall man. But he says "A roll to wrap your posters in. To keep up with them . Just show them your badge."
AH! I now understand! They will give her hard crusty roll to chew and calm her nerves as she struggles. wrapping? wraps are -like rolls- pastries. It al fits like a pretty little picture torn in half. Before I coudl write this The pissy demon -of death- was looking for a pen and I took hers when she wasnt looking and she was grabbing it so I gave it back. I didn't want her to take it or any terrors that weren't mine and she was winning the battle so she fell for it. AHA!

My BOoK FINISHING
June 16, 2002 1:30
Finishing my book