Timing Is Everything

Sorry for not posting yesterday (like anybodies reading this) my computer was throwing a tantrum.

Yesterday, I spent the night at my sister's house with my grandma and grandpa. They don't live with her, they were spending the night too. Anyway I awaken to find slobber all over my face because her pet dogs just love the taste of my face. After I took a shower we all went to a diner for breakfast. It wasn't have bad! I ordered french toast with a side of bacon while everyone ordered pancakes. Personally I hate pancakes. . . . no offence if anybody just absolutely loves them. My dad was going to eat with us but he did the I-thought-you-were-going-to-be-here-later excuse which didn't work because we all knew that he forgot.

Dad took me home so I could change my shirt and brush my teeth (since I didn't really pack to stay at Megs house) to be ready for church. When I arrived I was bombarded by so many people coming up to me saying "Will you do the lights for the Christmas program. . . . . GREAT!!! THANKS!!!" So I did the lights. My mom does the Power Point with the computer so me and her got to be in the same booth working together. When it was time for me to go back in the booth I got that same feeling of scariness in my stomach just like I felt when I went to drama tournament. Me and her had to be doing things at the same time and if we didn't then everything would go wrong so I made sure that she was ready and I was ready. At the end I was very proud of myself. I had accomplished to master of timing. . . . . . . GO ME!!!!!!!!!!