Hello Friends!!!
I am back from my intrepid voyage to Orlando, braving harsh crowds and miles of walking from Shamu Stadium, to Sea Lion and Otter Stadium, and back again to Dolphin Stadium (real original names, huh??) This is because my mom thinks that if you miss a show, you are sunk. For life. So obviously, we saw every show. Which was cool, but, I mean, it was a bit of a hassle. We completely skipped the turtles. And dolphin cove. Heart wrenching, I know. But it was fun. And tasty. And British. And fun.
Ack. Right now, I am playing a board game with my family. And it does not give me joy. At all. Because, I did not even want to play in the first place, until I was forced into it. Have I mentioned that my mom is not fun to play games with?? This is because she yells at you for not correctly organizing your play money, or for not rolling the dice within about ten milliseconds after the person before you finishes their turn. (JK Mom, JK. I don't really mean this, so don't get mad.) Anyways, I found it pretty funny when she was scolding my grandmother for moving my piece instead of hers, and her face turned red and all, and it was pretty darn funny. So I pulled a Caroline (which is when you spit the delicious beverage you are drinking out all over the table and everyone), so of course I got the death glare for spitting out hot chocolate all over the brand new as of today Monopoly game. Hence, if my mother ever asks you to play a board game, say no thanks and run. Trust me, you'll save a lot in terms of psychological counseling bills. (Right now I'm involved in a diabolical plot of my own making to spend as much of my money as I can, as fast as I can. Hopefully there is no welfare in Monopoly.)
On a happier, and rather yummier note, today, me and two awesome other people polished off about ten citrus fruits, including, but not limited to, oranges, tangerine/clementine thingies, blood oranges, grapefruits, and limes. Yes, limes. They burn. Trust me. We were really in search of a blood orange, and me and one of the other people were betting on which one it was, because we had no idea. I was right. (Oh yeah!!) But anyways, I discovered that I have a really weird and jolty sour-face, and also that I get really scared when two spastic, crazy (yet awesome :)) people are brandishing a large knife, attempting to cut citrus fruits. Gotta love it!!!
Got to go, bye!!!!! Lalalalallallaalalalallalala!!
