A hole in the Gun Show

Some good movies on TV today. I watched The Dark Knight and Twilight.

Babes was given a bath. The 1-eyed-maid, Linda, went back home today. The broken flooring in the kitchen was finally replaced from when they had to drain the septic tank. Dad's sleeping in the kids' Play Room because it doesn't require stairs and it's air conditioned.

A cat showed up at the driveway. I remember they used to have a cat that moved in here years ago, but mysteriously vanished.

RYAN: I think this cat wants to move in.
PHILIP: No, we will not let her. Pochi (the big dog in the backyard) will get mad.

I felt like I was going to throw up at the thought of going to church again. I've been pretty burned out since having to sit in church for an hour before it started each time both times this past week. I put my foot down on it that I wouldn't go if my mommy couldn't get anyone else to go. My mommy actually wanted to fight me about it. Whenever she tries to force religion on me at an "overkill" level, I feel like those innocent victims throughout history who were massacred when given the ultimatum to "convert or die." But my mommy's lucky that everyone decided to go just to shut her up. If not, I would've never lost the fight to stay home and chill.

I wore my shirt that says, "Got your tickets? To the Gun Show!" (some people associate me with that shirt). My mommy pointed out it has a hole now under the right armpit. She tried to get me to change into another shirt for church. I kept it on just to spite her.

They actually hold church services inside the mall. But Philip bought me a mudpie ice cream, so I had an excuse to stay outside for a while and eat. During the part of the mass where they ring those tiny bells for whatever reason, Samantha screamed, "Ice cream!" Haha.

We ate at Shakey's Pizza for dinner. I had the same thing as last time - a belly buster pizza with bottomless iced tea. Michael Jackson's Smooth Criminal was playing on the van radio. The driver, Bernie, changed the station and I went ballistic until he changed it back to the King of Pop.

PHILIP: Is it true that Michael Jackson wrote Billie Jean?
RYAN: That's supposed to be common knowledge.

I watched Cadet Kelly again starring Hillary Duff on the Disney Channel. Guilty pleasure. I guess I just like the military dance battle.