Time for an update on riveting life. Senior year is winding down, i can hardly believe it! I would never admit this to my mother but I'm actually starting to freak out. Come June 6th I'll have to grow up and I don't think I'm quite ready for such responsibility. I love being 17 and immature. Once in college we'll never be able to sneak through the halls, think of ridiculous and overused excuses as to why we aren't in class and hide from security officers on days when going to choir or cooking just isn't an option. Being able to walk out the doors and lay on the south lawn after a hard day of cooking, choir and seminary will never happen again and I am a bit sad about that. I'm just barely starting to appreciate being a teenager, in high school and the things you can get away with because of it, and now its over! College will be cool but I wish I would have appreciated high school while it lasted. The family is gooood, however I'm on the verge of murdering one of them. Our house is NEVER quiet, not for one moment. Mom will be blending something in the kitchen, dad will be yelling at Wrigley for whatever thing she has broken, torn apart or ruined, Haylie will have the blow dryer on, or Meg will be playing her sax, piano, a combination of both, or singing. Naps are few around here because of it. I'm trying to love our Wrigley Beans, I really am, however I honestly don't think I'll love her like Pupcake. Reasons why:
Pupcake never tore my flesh apart.
Pupcake always came when she was called unlike Wrigley who never comes when she is called.
Pupcake never barked incessantly.
Taking Pupcake out to relieve herself was never a 37 minute event.
Pupcake never completely humiliated me by dragging out some of my lovely lady undergarments when the home teachers were over (or whoever was visiting)
Pupcake didn't chew so loudly I wanted to kick her in the chops.
I always think that by spending time with her it would increase my affection for her but by the end of the walk I'm sick to death of the biting at the ankles, the pant leg, her leash, my ankle, my hands, my ankles, my face, more ankles. However when she comes and says good morning with her huge snarly smile I some how forget what a horrendous beast she can be.
