My mom told me that her and my dad are going to California over the summer and that means I have to say with my evil grandma. They said for a week. I hate this. I have no idea why, but she hates me.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better. — Anne Lamott
