Life is a dream cause we're all walking in our sleep
Text message from Ellie: Omg I painted on like an actual canvas and it was super fun.Tonight my mom put dinner in the oven and then left the house to go to yoga, instructing my father to take it out in five minutes. So when I heard the timer I ran downstairs and into the kitchen, where I found my father standing in front of the oven, phone pressed to his ear and oven mitt dangling from his other hand. Luckily he handed the oven mitts to me and frantically waved at the oven. If he hadn't - well, we've all seen those horror movies where the cute housewife in the apron tries to balance the phone between her ear and shoulder and ends up dropping it in the dish she's taking out of the oven, or she drops the dish onto her foot/the floor/the dog.
I have 6 days to do 10 lessons of driver's ed. I can do that, right? I just have to do, like, 3 a night on Saturday. Yup. Hopefully I will finish and my mom will not kill me like she's been sorta-not-really threatening to do.
And somehow I've run out of things to say. Sharon who is a dear just emailed me my nanowrimo with edits all over it. That makes me happy. And she's giving me the rest tomorrow. I wish I had time to spend hours working on it, though. Oh, school.
