Fact:

It's a beautiful day.
Sundays always are.
I'm excited for summer projects.
I made curry.
Adrian surprised himself and liked it.
Now that summer is here, everything is heard.
I love to check the mail, but Adrian usually does it.
Someone is cooking something amazing.
It smells like it anyway.
Bubble baths save lives.
Sometimes I day dream about Harry Potter.
My mom is the coolest lady around.
No debate.
I wish we had oatmeal.
To put it into no bake cookies.
Adrian and I know how to get people at a party.
I don't want it to get hot. Too hot.
It will.
Adrian's toenails sliced my knee.
He said he had cut them the day before.
He should cut them shorter.
And keep his feet to himself.
I wish I hadn't told my mom to not bring my sewing machine up.
Best she didn't. Then I would have done something I shouldn't have.
I might go steal some Pepsi from Lewis' fridge.
Maybe some oatmeal too.
Our ward is really bad at clarifying when events happen.
And giving Adrian's callings.
I have a scar on my left pinky.
Forever.
I don't know how it got there.
There's a red wire bench at Porter's that I really want.
We don't need a couch.
Porter's can have our couch. We'll take the bench.
It's beautiful.
Adrian and I have different opinions on what exactly certain colors of green are.
Adrian is a guy. He sees value.
I am a girl. I see color.
I want a cat.
A Selkirk Rex. I know sounds like a dinosaur.
But it has curly fur. And whiskers.