Well, I am a few days late on posting this, but when am I ever on time? Thanksgiving was good, until Sarah had to go and ruin it. Mom had made noodles and used the broth from chicken soup and a can of Cream of Chicken. Well, Mom had asked Sarah how it was, and Sarah basically said that it sucked and that she (mom) should stick to the usual way of making noodles. And then, several minutes later, when a song from the Trans-Siberian Orchestra came on, Sarah asked me if I remember blah, blah, blah, and I was like, “Yes, Sarah! I know!” Then she left the front room to go to her room. Every single time that song comes on, she always has to ask me the same question. It is really annoying. It is just as bad as dad telling me the same story or something every week. I know, people! Leave me alone! Whenever someone says something to me that I heard a million times before, I tell them that I know in an irritated voice because 1) I am irritated for being for a million and two times and 2) I know! It is so annoying.
We watched A Christmas Carol. The version with Jim Carrey. It reminds me of the black and white version from 1951. That is my favorite one. I have seen a few versions of A Christmas Carol and the 1951 version is by far the best. For dinner, I had turkey, stuffing, gravy, mashed potatoes, corn, rolls, noodles, and deviled eggs. Later, I had a slice of ice cream cake, cucumbers, carrots, ranch, strawberries, and grapes. And that does not include what I drank (which was only a few cans of Sierra Mist). Other than all of the food and watching a movie and Sarah being a brat, it was a decent Thanksgiving.
Also, the Christmas lights in the house were on. There were the lights on: the tree, two of the windows, the two hanging from the ceiling, and the one in my room. When I got up, I watched Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. At one point, when it went on a commercial break, I went into my room and took the three foot Christmas tree out of my closet. I took it out to the front room and turned the lights on. One by one, between nine and eleven-thirty, Dad, Mom, and Sarah woke up. When I got home last night (Sunday), I saw that the lights in the window that has the air conditioner was on.
On Saturday, we got a puppy. Her name is Indie. She is Sarah’s dog. She is only about six weeks old. She is cute and very playful. She tries to play with our other dog, Peyton, but he keeps on getting away from her. The only time when they will be near each other is when one or both of them are asleep.
After today, I only have seven more days of school. I am so excited to go on break. A well-deserved break nonetheless. A four week well-deserved break, that is.
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