I'm back! Sorry about the silence for a week. I wasn't going to take any chances with that horrid computor virus thing that was going around.
The other day I went to our local fair/carnival. My sister and I hung out together, counting how much money we had between us, and trying to figure how far we could possibly stretch it. Money doesn't go very far, have you ever noticed? And rides are so ridiculously expensive! We wouldn't have been able to do much of anything at first, but then we made a withdrawl from our personal bank (our dad) and we had a splendid time after that. Our fair is rather small (to say the least), so you just keep walking around in circles and pass the same people over and over. And you're sure to see almost everybody you know. As we passed this one particular group, a guy jumped out in front of me, waved his hand in my face, and yells "Hi, I'm funny!" I ignored him. But I should have said something like, "Yes, you are! But looks aren't everything." Why do I always think of good things to say after the situation happens?