When I got home from work, I told Meelie to go change into her shorts and such and get ready for cheerleading/gymnastics/look Ma no hands stunt class. I headed out to the garage and was getting some clothes out of the dryer for Chickie's dance camp and Meelie came out into the garage and opened up the refrigerator door and just stood there.

Me: What are you doing?
Meelie: Getting my shorts for tonight.
Me: *BLINK*
Meelie: Um, never mind.
Me: .......

Darn my husband anyway. Doesn't he know that the clothes are supposed to be put in the INSIDE refrigerator?

Speaking of Meelie, she wrote another story. She was really psyched at your comments about the last one she did, so she decided to tackle another one. Personally, I'm all for it. Sure she needs to work on the spelling and punctuation, but she is only 9 years old, so that part of it can be forgiven. Besides I am hoping she keeps doing this so that one day, she'll become a famous author, making ginormous amounts of money so that she can support her mother in her dwindling years. The way I see it, she'll be able to publish the work from her "early years." Meelie thinks it should be called "Why My Shorts are Cold, and Other I Have an Evil Sibling Stories." Works for me. As before, I have not touched a thing. What you see here is exactly as she has typed it.

Myself

I love myself I just don't know it. That is the thing. Sometimes I wish I could be myself. The rezen why I say that is because I am a superstar. I have to have gards so people wont trample me. And like that will ever happen. Well I am talking about me not being able to see my friends You are lucky that you are not a superstar. That is a story abut me what do you have to say abut that. Huh I cant here you that is right it is beter than your story that I don't know about.

This story was made by: Meelie

I will leave you all with the link to the latest Blog Fodder (#24!!!!).

Thanks to Becca, Melli, Gopher, MommyBa and My Queen for participating last week.