Wednesday, November 11, 2009

The End of the Weekend


Sunday was a happy day.
We were exhausted beyond all measure.
But it was so good to be with the Chandler parents.
I sung myself to sleep during the car ride.
Mr. C. says that, eventually, my head hit the back of my seat without warning.
And that, he claims, was all he heard from me until we hit Provo.
That doesn't explain why he was still listening to Taylor Swift when we pulled up to our apartment.

I also wrote a picture book at church because I am a rebel.
It is called "I'm NOT Going to School Today"
And here is a random paragraph:

" TUESDAY
I'm NOT going to school today.
Yesterday, I forgot my sack lunch and the cafeteria served meatloaf.
I think I saw it move. "