Frances really pounded me.

[strokeofmadness]

I woke up about thirty minutes before mass was supposed to start, and started getting ready. Ten minutes later my sister woke up and got in the shower. She was obviously grouchy due to lack of sleep because she stayed up until the o-dark-hours of the morning playing poker. She got out of the shower and asked me where our denim jacket is.
Me: I lost it. Left it at school. Sorry.
Anna: That's not even yours! JEEZE! MOM CARLEY LOST MY JEAN JACKET!
Mom: What happened?
Me: I left the jacket at school.
Mom: Well you know what? Whenever you get some money you're buying a new one! Anna would you like to wear mine?
Anna: Oh, no it's ok. *smiles and skips off*
(I won't be paying for new jean jacket. If she actually wanted the jacket-- and not to get me in trouble--she would have taken my mother's. F that ish.)

After mass, Frances decides to really pound me on the way home. It was a bit shocking, a little scary. I must admit it's something I've never experienced before. It didn't hurt at all, and you'll excuse me if I say that I certainly enjoyed it.

The Wathens are coming over again today for soup and cornbread. They've already broken out the poker chips (and the beer). Goodie.

-carley