Dear World,

Hey. Its Mandi.
Well. It has been an eventful day. I woke up to the sound of my father's breathing as he turned on my bedside lamp and shoved it in my face. Then proceeded to sing into it. He gave me a goofy grin and said, "Wake up Mandi. Wake up Mandi." In a tone of voice that made him sound special needs. I moaned, "Get out of my face." He said, "Fine. I thought you would want to go with me." I said, "Where." It wasn't a question. I was not okay with being woken up at 8:45 on a saturday morn. Then he said the word that can get me off my butt no matter what time of day it is, Savers. That is right. My father, who completly and utterly hates my style, more like loathes it, mentioned the word savers and himself in one sentance. I was out of bed in a jiffy. Threw on some sweats, a ratted sweatshirt, keds and my hair went up in a ponytail and we were out the door. We drove down state, and pulled into Orem's Savers. It was 8:50, "Dad," I said, "Savers doesnt open until nine." He looked at me, "fine. We'll go to sandy." My heart leapt, Sandy's Savers was definintly higher class. So. We pulled onto the freeway, leaving orem behind and went to Savers of Sandy. It was gorgeous. Stocked wall to wall with great finds. My dad and I purchased a fair amount, our final purchases rang to, $55.56. More then I could ever dream of spending at savers. It was spectac. I heart savers of Sandy.

I came home. My sister was bitten by a dog. True story, you can take a gander at the puncture wound if you would like. I read harry. Vaccumed and dusted the casa. Read harry. Went to the gym. Ran. Then of course, I had harry so I ventured over to the stationary bikes and pumped my little legs for a good hour, while reading harry. I multi-tasked. I came home, showered, go ready to go out. Drove myself to Harts. Got my second cocoa of the day and headed back here. Now. I am going to go read harry. I hope this finds you well.

Miss Mandi Call