So Eberyone is Gone

Well. For some reason, NO ONE is in Pittman tonight. Just me, Courtney, and Kaleigh.

So we said "Let's not just sit here on this night. Let's go somewhere!"

So we went to Sonic. Then we drove through the parking lot of Sammy's Gentlemen's Club (Don't ask me why. Also, there was a mini-van parked around back in the worker's parking with about 7 or 8 of those car decals with a child's name and sport on the back). Then we went to the Dollar Tree.

While in the Dollar Tree, there was something SICK on the ceiling. Some kind of sticky-human-shaped something. Maybe swiss cheese? Maybe a lugi? I don't know. But Kaleigh decided to get to try to get it down with a balloon. She worked on it for about 10 minutes, so Courtney and I went to go check out. While we checked out, the woman at the register informed us that my purchase, 4 tiny gold trophies, were not shot glasses. Oh, sorry, I go confused.

We were the only ones in the store, so after we were done paying, I soft yelled "Diva, we're leaving!" And the woman at the register - on her own accord - picks up the intercom phone and says, "Diva, you're party is awaiting you at the front of the store. Diva, please report to the front of the store."

Dead serious.

As Kaleigh comes galloping over, with her Davy Crockett hat, St. Patrick's Day beads, and a bright orange safety vest on, the woman working goes "Oh, I see why they call you Diiiva."

Needless to say, we will return to that Dollar Tree soon.

Here are 2 pictures for the day. But they have little to do with today.

(Me, Twin, and Kaleigh.)

The only 4 remaining decorations that I have at school: a creepy bejeweled dolphin from SB's mom, a piggy bank holding some pennies, my trophy, and a creepy rabbit that showed up on my desk one day. Who knows.