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The house is clean and all is well. You guys surprised me with comments. They made my day, and so I am back. :)

Recently I’ve been getting views in the 100’s, and it’s sort of astonishing. Just yesterday I was telling my dad about how I wondered if the views were actual readers or just people passing by looking for “Alice in Wonderland” pictures. It’s nice to know some of you took time to read the posts, mediocre as they are. And whiny as they are. These have not been exciting days, but I’m pretty sure that will soon change.

We did some major house cleaning today – vacuuming under the couch, actually going through boxes – the works. It’s great to be living in a place you can invite people into and not be afraid of the mess scaring them off. Clean as it is, my house still doesn’t look like a model home, but that’s comforting.

My dad found some of the old decorations and party favors from my eighth birthday – the first and last real birthday party I’ve had. Of course I’m using them for my sweet sixteen. Party guests, be prepared to get little plastic parachute men and toy frogs in your favor bags. That makes me sound like a boy. No worries, I’ve got tacky plastic rings with tacky plastic gems too. Huzzah! We can all put them on and blind each other with the reflections as we see who can make the highest tower out of my Happy Meal toys and finally I’ll reveal my feet in the sun and KABOOM. No one will survive that.

A few months ago, I wrote a sceenplay based on one of my favorite picture books, Lemon Whip. I let myself get kind of soap opera-y though and it’s just sitting in my hard drive for fun now. Still, the book is amazing, if only because I am sentimentally attached to it. Okay, it’s not that amazing, and I am just attached. I’m also attached to Mickey’s Alphabet Soup, and I spent ages wondering what that U fruit was. If you read that book, you’ll know.

Lemon Whip is about a lemon and a cake that escapes the fridge and goes on an adventure. They go back to Lemon’s home…tree? and party all night, until the open-ended ending where they talk about all the places they’ll go.

My little sister Jocelyn has taken to wearing a pair of my mom’s pumps. A few years too late, my dear. It’s no longer cute when you’re over seven years old and you step on my toes every five minutes. But to each his own.

Remember a while back when I watched “Pink Panther 2″ and had to make a short deep post? I really dislike my deep posts, but while I’m writing them they help me figure things out. Since watching that and the first Steve Martin “Pink Panther”, I’ve had no desire to watch good movies. Bad comedies all the way. I wish I could rent “Mr. Bean’s Holiday” and have a bad comedy marathon. Strike me down with lightning, but “Pink Panther” and “Mr. Bean’s Holiday” made me laugh more than “Superbad”. About equal to “Tropic Thunder”. Completely different target audience but hilarious nonetheless.

I’m going to stop now so I can go work on the weekly happiness post. Have a nice sleeping time and when you wake up to drink orange juice or whatever you drink in the morning, you can read all the things that made my week go “Huzzah!”