I decided to write today’s entry from Rachel’s point of view.
Rachel’s blog. Stardate 5555.
The Arby’s was four hours old—too cold for my liking, but what can I do…
My car-fort continues to grow, even though I have caught Mama removing my 36.2 blankets from the backseat of the van on numerous occasions. She does not understand their importance—they balance the car’s interior weight. I just know it improves gas mileage, even though she complained today that she cannot see out the back of the van. If I could speak I would remind her that we must all make sacrifices in the interest of science.
Frustration abounds as I look upon what is left of my carefully executed barbeque sauce experiment. All that work coating the steering wheel, dashboard, and door were apparently wiped away while I was at school. I repeated the minivan experiment with mint toothpaste tonight. Hopefully, Mama will leave it, although it is unlikely as she took the tube away and said something about not dumping it on the garage floor. What she didn’t realize was that—before she stepped on it—I had drawn an exact minty replica of our galaxy. Too bad I will have to try it again the next time I can find that same sparkly toothpaste. At least my orange crayon and pencil musings of the string theory were still intact. This is the 21st attempt to send these people a clear message, but Mama keeps scrubbing it off. It is as if she is opposed to writing on the furniture and carpet. What else are large surfaces for?
I continued work on my Broadway musical tonight, but Dad seems to have an objection to choreography and singing after 10 pm. Not sure why.
Oh, well. More tomorrow. And I hope they don’t find the hairbrush this time.