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Curfew that night was a shoking 11pm. I came in and found this at 11:05
Good stuff.

Let Them Eat Cake

You've heard the prayer, "Give us this day our daily bread." But until recently, it had never dawned on me that if you ask God, he can and will take it literally.

Once, sometimes twice, a week, my mom drives up to Ferndale to collect produce to take to the Lighthouse Mission. They're not damaged, just ready to be replaced with whatever fruits and vegetables have just been shipped. The opportunity to help the Mission is nice, but also sweet is that we end up with boxes of leftover veggies.

For a little while, we also received these grab bags of old artisan bread. They were totally random, and you had to cut into the bread to figure out just what kind each loaf was, and the loaves at the bottom were often demolished. We'd fight over the sourdough, and eat the rest over the week. (Oh, we'd also receive brownies and cakes from the baker. Sugar rush!)

The bread stopped coming, though, when Haggen decided to slice, bad and label it. Yes, there was weeping and gnashing of teeth. More like rotting of teeth, since the cakes and other pastries were still coming.

But, things just keep getting better! I came home to a counter buried in sliced, labeled, and bagged bread. And cake. And fruit. Oh, and veggies. Life is filling!

Do you see this? Do you SEE this??
This, THIS, is what happens to award winning papers at the Albert house.Before beginning its aeronautical career, what you see here was an award-winning essay. The essay my English teacher had asked to keep as an example for future students.I'm glad she has a copy, because I certainly found mine, crash-landed in the wastepaper basket. Here's hoping that, despite my sibling's complete disrespect for the the written word, he ends up working for Boeing.