Ok. First things first. Kittens. Allie's family adopted Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer. I kept Grizabella and Mistofelilees. Only Macavity had to go to the pound. And the pound called me a week after I dropped her off, saying that she'd been adopted and named Crookshanks.
The family reunion. A TON of relatives came down from Canada. It seemed like there was not one kid that spoke English. They all spoke French. To further confuse things, there was an old grandmotherly lady named Joanna, and our names kept on getting mixed up. Then there was the food. My family brought a frozen berry dessert. But every single one of the relatives was allergic to strawberries! The food they brought was totally weird. The grossest things were as such:
celery, cottage cheese, and peanut salad; cherry-stuffed onions; peanut butter on a stick (be sure to roll in garlic breadcrumbs!); and something called "pear salad", made by putting a canned pear half on a lettuce leaf, adding a blop of mayonnaise, and sprinkling on grated cheese. They also brought a drink made with maple syrup, apple cider, and cranberry juice.
On the bright side, I won't have to go to another family reunion anytime soon.
I've started school. I'm in advanced writing and am the editor for the Sixth Grade Page in the school newspaper. It isn't too bad.
By the way, I'm starting flute soon. I hope to post again sometime within this month.
