SaSa Salsa

So I just finished reading Aud&Abby's blog. It was really intimidating. Now I'm scared to write my blog. I don't feel worthy.

My dogs just got back from a wild escape. I took Zoe with me to pick raspberries and she ran away. Ungrateful Labrador.

Salsa sounds so good right now. Maybe I'll put some on my grilled cheese (which my dad is currently making, hopefully he doesn't make it too greasy. He hates when things stick to the pan so he pours a bunch of canola oil in the bottom. So basically everything turns out fried or greasy.) That was a long parentheses. My 7th grade teacher told us that parentheses were like whispers in a sentence. She used to make us whisper everything we read aloud that was in a parentheses. I wish we still had to do that.

Swing dancing in the hallway was fun. Tessa is a good teacher. I really love our school. I realized today people there are almost always singing. (I was quite sad I missed Travis singing "It's a Hard-Knocked Life", though Lydia exaggerated and said he danced too) I think someone sings in almost every class. Though maybe not math. With only the three of us, that'd be a little weird.

(Love you all) *

*in a whisper, like a creepy stalker, yes