A little Libba, a little whining
My aunt calls. She says, "Hi girls! You ready?"
I'm about to ask for what, when I remember. We're going to a theme park today.
So I say yes, and we'll be ready soon, and my sister LEAPS into the shower before I do.
My aunt tells me to wear shorts because it's about 100 degrees outside.
I check yahoo! 'Tis false. It's 85 degrees outside.
'Tis also a problem. I own no shorts/skirts, remember?
Except for one! I dig through the laundry and find it after 10 minutes.
My sister takes 30 minutes in the shower, with boiling hot water.
Hello! It's 100 degrees outside!
So I jump in and out quickly, shower with cold water.
Me thirsty.
Me not want to go. Me want to stay inside, in my cool house.
Me starting to hate San Diego weather.
Me wishes I lived in England, where it's nice and sunny but not hot at the moment. (I think)
Me hates that I'll get sunburned.
Me hates sunscreen.
Me is going to spend the day finding whatever shade possible, baby-sitting my cousins.
Me will not ride the roller coaster.
Me is scared of those big, mean things.