Cool, it's 22-22
My computer is an unworthy piece of crap. It's slow and features popups galore. And that program Marc installed hasn't worked since Dad and some Indian lady from tech support fixed the harddrive. Sorry Marc, I'd ask you to help, but my parents have a thing about other people using their computer. Can't wait till I get my own. College can't come any sooner. Anyway, yesterday we went into the city to see a show. We ended up seeing Fiddler on the Roof, which really wasn't that bad. It was a real test for Jazzy bc our trip involved a restaurant, the ticket line, Times Square, and the theater. We had some trouble in the theater bc as soon as I'd get Jasmine sitting down someone else would come sit in our row and we'd have to get up and start all over again. Fortunately they had a few loose seats a few rows behind us that were usually preserved for wheelchair users and we sat there more comfortably for the second act. Before the show as we walked through a very crowdeed Times Square, some guys asked if they could pet Jasmine. They were Army guys from South Carolina who were visiting New York before being shipped off to Iraq. They said they really missed their dogs from back home. So I took off her harness and let them pet her. I usuallly don't just let people pet my dog like that but I figured they wouldn't be seeing many dogs where they were going and they were probably missing their homes right now. I think the Uso people should bring a bunch of dogs to people in the military since everybody loves puppies. Tomorrow I'n going bowling with Katelyn, Marc, Rob, Erin, and Chris B. Should be fun as allways.