Yay. Cubbies is over! It's been a great year, here I am with just a few of the kids I worked with, getting our awards.
Now the big question is, what will I do with my Wednesdays? (Answer: Youth Group, baby!!)
 

Ok so get this: for the first time in my life, I am grounded.
It sucks. Not only is my social life supposed to be cut off (I’m not saying it is, I’m just saying they tried), there’s also another thing: I tell my friend, ‘I’d love to, but. . . I’m grounded,” and I brace myself for the obvious next question.
“Wow. What’d you do?”
Now here’s the sad part: neither I nor my parents can remember why. So I make something up. “I went to Canada for a couple days but forgot to tell my parents” or “Got a ride home in a police car again.” Or maybe, “Oh, I got a new piercing, but I’m not allowed to show you where.” I seem to have inherited my mother’s ability to tell a lie with a completely straight face, and the reactions are great.