So today I decided that I was going to work on my stories (it never actually happened of course). I plan on working on them in a little bit... We were going to our grandma's so I got all of my stories together and put them in my backpack. With only my stories, and not all them mind you just the ones I wanted, my backpack weighed almost 30lbs. I have a lot of writing stuff. So we went to my grandma's and my little brother, CharChar (Charles) went and got into her broom cupboard. He stayed in there almost the whole time, sometimes with a chair in front of it to keep him in there just for the heck of it.
After we went to my grandma's, we went home. On the way home Abigail told me that she wanted me to sing Just The Way You Are by Bruno Mars at her wedding when she gets married. We love that song. :)
Then after we got home, we went and picked up Naea, for another night out with her. We went to Naea's first hockey game. It had been awhile since Abigail, CharChar, and I had been to a RoughRiders game as well.
It was a lot of fun and the RoughRiders won during a shootout at the end because they went into overtime. My little brother, CharChar, kept giving us a running commentary of the game. Hockey is where you hit the puck with sticks in case you didn't know....his words not mine. And the horse is the RoughRider's mascot, again his words not mine. It was a blast (in the past XD).
After the game we went to get some half priced appetizer's at Applebee's.
Abigail, older sister, got the Boneless wings, southern BBQ style. They were really good. Naea got some burger and mozzarella sticks. She was dying while trying to eat because we kept saying stuff that would send her laughing and laughing and laughing. We just couldn't stop either because it's so fun. Plus we did decide yesterday that we are hugging her when we make her laugh because her lungs start to hug her and that's our doing!
I almost said what I wanted right....I just can't say Artichoke for some reason. I got the Spinach and Artichoke Dip ^.^ It's yummy.
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