Friday is coming. Technically, I suppose it is already here at this point. Friday is my roommate's day off. I wonder what we will do? Sleep late? Go to Sam's Club? Yard work?
Probably none of the above. I'm sure our day will be involved with chasing that curly haired girl all over the house. To be accurate, my roommate will be the one doing the chasing. I plan to steer clear.
It is supposed to rain tomorrow. I hate rainy Fridays. Who knows, though if the forecast is accurate? Weather people around here seem to predict the weather solely with a Farmer's Almanac and a trick knee. I suppose if it really does rain, I'll have to take a nap. My favorite place to nap when it rains is the tall kid's bed. He has a double bed that is pushed up next to a wall with a window in it. I like to hear the sound of rain against the window pane.
By the way, if it doesn't rain tomorrow, I'm going for a walk to be on the look out for that stupid stray dog, my roommate played with the other night. It's time to show that pooch who's boss around here, and the boss says no more dogs. Someone needs to put their foot down around here!
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