| 7/12/07—Cal's family invited me to go with
them to Florida! I'm so pumped! My mom said I could
take only one suitcase. She helped me pack and put in
all this silly stuff-like a hairbrush and sunscreen and
socks. I replaced them with a bag of candy corn and a
portable metal detector to use at the beach. 7/18/07—Note to self: Candy corn should not be a person's main source of nutrition for a 28-hour car trip. The only things I found with my metal detector were four bottle caps, a nail and an empty tuna fish can. Clearly, Mom was onto something with her packing choices. The humidity is so bad, my hair looks like a bird's nest created by a far-sighted pigeon. My feet have huge blisters from wearing shoes without socks. Worst of all . . . I can barely move. I didn't use sunscreen yesterday, and I have the world's worst sunburn. 7/20/07—Ow! When I got home, my family members all wanted to hug me (and my painful sunburn)! I couldn't tell my mom what happened. “Alex, I missed you.” “I missed you too, Mom.” “Why are you standing way over there? Give me a hug.” “Could I take a rain check? How about we hug on Thursday?” “Alex, what's wrong with your hair?” 7/26/07—My skin doesn't hurt so much now, but I'm peeling like crazy. Cal says I look like a leper from the Bible. Next time, I'll trust Mom's judgment. And no more candy corn till I'm 30! —A.J. out! |
