It's actually my birthday. And my sister Betsy didn't really let me sit in the chair when I wanted to, so I got on the computer. And I told her earlier to actually go on this website, but she never really has since she wrote the previous chapter to this story. And this story isn't really a story. It's kind of a rant? I'm not sure. Betsy said that I always have to one-up her, because today I wore my spiderman slippers when she wore her kitty-cat slippers. I guess I kind of did one-up her. But they're my slippers. "If a bear is threatening you, you should put your arms up to make yourself look bigger. But why were you fighting in the first place?" That's the answer I got from cha-cha when I asked them what the color of a perch was on a sunday morning in Germany. Goodbye. FIN.