Boo!

I guess we're haunted. I suppose you've all experienced around this time of year, people who bring treats to your door in secret, and you must give treats to two other families. They leave a little note that you can stick on your door or in your window, so that you don't get ghosted again. Well, we got ghosted and put the sign in our window, then when the sign mysteriously disappeared, we got ghosted again. We put the sign on our door, but it blew off, so we've been ghosted again. Amusing.

Sick Day

I'm not actually that sick, but feel 'meh' enough to stay home from school. So I'm listening to songs from Disney's version of Rodger and Hammerstein's Cinderella, which I've found out will be the school's musical this year. I found out about it a few weeks ago, but auditions are not until December. Do you know how annoying that is?! Anyways, it gives me enough time to learn the songs thoroughly, which is good, because I'll need to expend all my energy on learning the dances. Look at me rambling on about this, and not even sure if I'll get a part. I guess I'm just overly confident.

New Neighbor

We've got a new neighbor. A hobo moved into one of the storage compartments by our house. .________.

How to Fix Your Printer

If you just put new ink in your printer, and your printer spews out one of those ugly test sheets, you know it works fine. Then you go to print off something that actually matters, and your printer does: nothing. It's not broken, it's just being a cussy little chunk of technology that is intent on making your life harder.

To fix it: Cancel your print job, then click print again. This time, gently stroke your printer and whisper words of encouragement. It should work just fine.

Bob

Also known as pork tenderloin, which I have renamed Bob, because pork tenderloin sounds weird. A few attributes of Bob are:

-Looks like something between a cow patty and roadkill
-If I were ever to taste one of those two, I imagine it would be comparable to Bob
-Bob is hard to cook

And now you know.

Which Gramma . . .

Gramma: Hi, do you remember me?
Ryan: Hmm . . .
Gramma: You came to my house once.
Ryan: Oh yeah . . . are you the one that died?