Today, I made a book. Not a real book, not a long book, not even a completed book. Just a cleverly folded piece of paper with some colored pencil scribbles inside. My dearest friend, who is currently traveling Europe with her touring choir at school, sent me a postcard, asking for a little journal. But before I can tell you about the journal, we have to go back a bit.
See, there was this show on TV last summer, a reality show that no one watched except for us, and we fell in LOVE with one of the contestants. We loved him so much, that I had him come to her 16th birthday party as a surprise. Long story short, we didn't really stay friends with him, so now we just stalk him on Facebook. Her request for the journal? A collection of his Facebook statuses while she's away. Creepy? Yes. Funny? For sure. But altogether, a harmless action.
And this was another lame blog post. Tomorrow I'm going to see some Shakespeare play with Melissa, and I think I'm taking the camera. So expect something much more exciting tomorrow.
For my nonexistent readers, if you'd like to make YOUR OWN magic book, here's the link.
http://familyfun.go.com/crafts/magic-book-892804/
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