A certain pain in the arse

Dear Readers,

For the last 8 nights, I have had to sleep with my older sister. My
sister loves privacy, so you can imagine she wasn't happy when she
found out. Hence the name, "A pain in the arse." The reason for this
fiasco, is that my grandma came over to visit. You don't fly down on
a $260 plane and stay for only 3 days like she used to. Oh no, she
had to stay for a week and a quarter. Well, anyway during the time
she stayed, we managed to go to 2 ridiculously expensive restaurants,
all expenses paid, of course. But, on her second to last night, after
we ate and drank, she soaked her shoes and had to go home in her
crocs. It is my opinion she had a little to much to drink. Crocs, by
the way, are fabulous but ugly looking shoes. My grandma had freaked
because the age limit, I mean the weight limit was 25. She ended up
bringing 14 pounds of luggage without needing anymore. Go figure.
When grandma came, she had 15 needle threaders and when she left, she
had 2. I am constantly watching the floor now because of this
blunder. They are sharp!

Well, your devoted writer, over and out.

MERA

Rapids and What?

Dear readers, 

I have been having an interesting week. Let me tell you about it.

 On day ladedadeda, we went to Squirrel Cove. I heard there were rapids but 

hearing of them and actually seeing them were two whole different things 

entirely. The rapids were a strip of water that ran 30 yards across each way

from the lagoon to the cove. The rapids were not what you'd call mild, but they 

weren't too dangerous either. Not wild but strong enough to pull you along them

till you got to the end. Behind the rapids was a big heated lagoon, almost as big

as the cove. The second day at Squirrel Cove, Dad dropped us of at an innocent 

looking island. It seemed from his view we could climb across to get to the rapids.

It turns out, after a lot of climbing, that we couldn't get across from the island to the rapids

so we had to swim there. Jaime wrapped our backpack into 2 blue inflatable floatys and

balanced the backpack on our boogie board. The we swam to the other side.

Not a short distance I can tell you. We reached the rapids only to find that the rapids

were too low in water to ride. So we had to wait. Finally after a lot of waiting, Our parents

arrived and we went home. That same night, an old man named Carl got stuck

on the other side of the rapids and had to wait to get out. His friend panicked

and had the whole lagoon in an uproar to search for him. Meanwhile, the old man

drifted out only to find that his boat was gone, currently tied to our boat but

he didn't know that. So he searched for his boat, we searched for him and

it was a while before we got it all cleared up.

THE END

Mera Conger

s/v Don Quixote