The Avon…

The Avon deliveries went well. Thank goodness. I was so worried, but my losing the order form wasn’t an issue as much as it was a joke. It all turned into a joke. In a way, I was relieved, but in another way, I was upset. I hate being turned into the girl who everyone laughs at for messing up. It makes me feel bad.

Well, I gave my dad the link to OD. I didn’t tell him what diary was mine. He probably won’t come, but if he does, he may read my diary and that kind of bugs me. I feel like he’s gonna yell at me if he reads it. Not like I said anything that should be offensive to him, but he tends to get upset over minor things.

Well, as you know, *Mommy-ness* had left some rather upsetting notes in my diary, but I just blew it off. It didn’t really matter to me. Well, she may be having her baby any time now and I’d like to take a second and wish her well. I hope everything goes well for her and the baby.

See…I’m not all that mean. :)

Well, I’m going to check out some diaries, leave some random notes, and probably come back and write some more later.

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Janet Morris

I'm from Huntsville, Alabama. I've got as many college credits as a doctorate candidate, and the GPA of some of them, too. I have a boss by the name of Amy Pond. She's a dachshund. My parents both grew up in Alabama.