Salt and Vinegar Chips.

I never really appreciated just how good they are. Just the right blend of salty and sour.

About the happenings in my life over the past week.

I was backing out of my driveway yesterday, right after my dad had gotten home from picking up my grandmother. I forgot to check and see if anything was behind me because I'm so used to the driveway being clear. Bad. I came within literally half an inch of my mom's SUV. My left mirror was RIGHT NEXT to her right tail-light. It was scary.

I found out that my art teacher is a superhero. And probably the best teacher in the history of cheese snacks.

My grandmother is now staying with us, and my mom bought new sheets and what not for my brother's bedroom so that it would be halfway decent for my grandmother to stay in. now I want that room, 'cause it's so cool.

On Saturday, my mom and I were cleaning for the arrival of the white-gloved old lady, and when she left to go shopping, i was supposed to do a couple of chores. So I did them. I did them with gusto, but I did them, and I did them to my definition of well. Well, mi mamar didn't seem to think so. So we had our stereotypical discussion about my being a lazy teenager and how i'm ungrateful and I need to do my chores better. And she's right. It's sad. So I left for work. And I volunteered to close, partially because I didn't want to go home to a steaming mother, and because I wanted extra hours. Then I remembered two important things. Laura's birthday party was that night, and I promised I'd go. I had originally intended to go after I got off work, and I had told my mother this. But I was very afraid that if I reminded her, she'd forbid me to go, and if I went without reminding her, she'd get really angry. So I just went home after work and wished Laura a happy birthday at church the next morning. The second thing that I remembered was the the $100 deposit for my trip to the Dominican Republic this summer was due the next day. Uh-oh. If I mentioned it, would she forbid me to go? AHH! But when I got home, We talked a little bit, and though she was right about me being a lazy and selfish teenager (we all are at one point, aren't we), she apologized for getting angry. So Mommy and me are good. YAY!

Other stuff. Boys are awkward and have a way of making everything weird even you view your friendship as something that can withstand a simple rift. One blowoff, one angry friend.

I CAN'T WAIT FOR TURKEY DAY!