Tricked! I was tricked I say!
Well the hair is short and oddly enough its curled. oO After haircut we went to Micheal's and I got paint and a lufferly stand up easel. Then we had lunch at Friendly's and bonded. It turns out my uncle could have been a pro baseball player if he didn't have a crappy roatary cup thing. His life's dream was ruined and now he is a post man XDDD *is a mean child*
Though after all this fun stuff I regret to say I was dragged [literally] into Church where I spent 45 min being glared at by Saint Louise de Marcille and Saint James the Less. For some reason Louise had bread while James decided to be cooler and have rocks and a book. But that isn't the terrible part. The terrible part was the Priest asked us What we liked about Jesus, WHat we liked about the Church and the kicker What we didn't like about the Church. Of course Grammy heard those words and sent me the "You-had-better-be-quiet-or-else' look. It hurt me deep inside.
Though after all this fun stuff I regret to say I was dragged [literally] into Church where I spent 45 min being glared at by Saint Louise de Marcille and Saint James the Less. For some reason Louise had bread while James decided to be cooler and have rocks and a book. But that isn't the terrible part. The terrible part was the Priest asked us What we liked about Jesus, WHat we liked about the Church and the kicker What we didn't like about the Church. Of course Grammy heard those words and sent me the "You-had-better-be-quiet-or-else' look. It hurt me deep inside.