Shredded Lettuce

Ahh! I love hearing about your wine-making, drunken family, as well as your tipsy grandma. My grandma does not have Alzheimers, she's always been forgetful. And yes, there is a Brinkers' nose. Apparently, I also have the smile (complete with large teeth) and big feet. The wide fingernails I have inherited from the Romack family.

Don't start about Dean. No. No, no, nope.

You deserve to go to England, and you should tell him so. Your stepdad is in a band? Oh goodness, I have just imagined my father in a band. I just started cracking up. My sister is going to study in England first semester next England, and I made my parents promise me that I can go. They'll forget, though, so I'm going to have to make some money.

Please don't tell me you watch the Office naked and by yourself. I'm not really sure what you are getting at there.

Librarians can certainly be creepy as well. Sometimes I wonder about my fellow workers...

Okay, three favorite actor/actresses--go! I would say books, but I think that would be basically impossible.

I am very much anticipating homeroom tomorrow. My friend Eileen is coming over to help me bake and decorate for my mother's birthday (let's see how she reacts...hopefully no more, "ummm...is this for me?"

You know what I hate?
I highly dislike salad with shredded lettuce.
You know what?
I think I just hate shredded lettuce. On anything.
I also hate having dirt under my cuticles because it creeps me out. Not that I mind getting dirty, it's just that cuticles have always worried me. I actually thoroughly enjoy having dirt under my nails. It makes me feel productive.

I am all for curiosity. Nosiness, even. Questions rock the world. Who DOESn't want to learn more.

I've always wanted to own a bookstore. I think I just might. Why do I have to do something that will guarantee me large quantities of money? I don't. I'm going to own a small bookstore when I'm older. I have just decided.

Your book sounds interesting. I can't wait to finish Anna Karenina. Not that I dislike it, but my patience is about GONE. I have the longest list of books to read in the entire world. It is crazy. Too bad I don't know where I put it...

Good smelling houses are always a plus. I'm always worried that my house's scent is off. You know how every house has its own smell, but the people who live in it can't tell? When you come over, you have to honestly tell me if it smells strange. I won't take it harshly.

My golly, I have forgotten to tell you the most fascinating thing in this crazy universe! My father said to me when I arrived home, "Why have I been invited to a knitting club?" I was very confused because I was thinking of my friends in the knitting club in Brownsburg, and I thought that they had asked him as a joke. That, however, would have been too normal. "What?" I asked. He replied, "A knitting club. With Abby. Why?" I was like, "Abby? Herron Abby? Or Cousin Abby?" And he said, "Herron Abby. I got this e-mail that said that I was invited to a knitting club with Shari Elf and Abby."

Do you have any idea how hard I laughed? I don't think you can imagine it. I am still lauging in my puzzled little mind. I'm still not sure how he got the e-mail, because I know that I didn't put his adress on it. Creepy, but absolutely hilarious.

I'm done here, Abby. I'm in a good mood, which means that you should be, too. Don't forget the apple cider.