Okay, so this weekend, I went to Minnesota with my friend Andrea.
I had the worst day ever.
Okay it started out well. We went 4-wheeling, ate popcorn cake, and all that awesome stuff.
But.
There is always a but.
When we were 4-wheeling, I lost my phone. Not bad, we only had to search within four miles on two sides of the highway in grass. Not a big deal.
Wrong.
Because when we were looking, a mean dog chased us. Well, a dog we thought was mean, until it did a 180 and decided it loved me enough to pee all over my leg.
So we were only about four miles away and called Andrea's mom to come get us. We got back to the house, and I went to open the door because I had to get into the house to pee. Well, the door handle broke off. Mmhmm...
Worst day ever.
It did get better though. Andrea is fantastic and she always thinks that I'm funny, so we laughed for about twenty minutes afterward.
Sunday we drove back to Vermillion. I saw Chad and the boys for about two seconds then Grandma made us pizza for supper that night. Then she gave me a whole bunch of jewelry she didn't want anymore. Pretty cool!
I mean very cool. I should get some pictures on, to make mom jealous. I think I will.
