For Christmas...

For those of you who have picked my name, I am sorry, but you're pretty much on your own this year. I can't think of anything I want. The only thing I came up with is what was left over from my list from last year. Surprisingly enough, out of the ten items that took me a week of hard thinking to come up with I received all but two of them:

1. Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers—Confessions of Georgia Nicolson by Louise Rennison (please don’t get me hard cover, and I would like the cover to be the same as my other books. Talk to my sisters or mom! The picture is the right cover.)

2. Startled by His Furry Shorts—Confessions of Georgia Nicolsonby Louise Rennison.( I think this one is too new to get in soft cover, and if it is please don’t get it for me! Again with the covers!)

If nothing else, I love movies. Gift certificates and the take home and watch over and over again kind. Other than that, have a Merry Christmas!

Could you imagine?

How nice it would be to walk off your plane and your luggage is the first one out on the conveyor belt, all you have to do is pick it up and walk away. Why is that person never there? You always see that luggage go around fifty times, until it’s the only one going around and you’re still standing there because yours hasn't come yet. Why does that always happen? Just once, I would love to see this happen.