Isn't she loverly??

Please excuse my psycho little sister. that story was NOT true (duh). except for the fact that she IS hatched. i wish.

Anyway, back to the good stuff. We trespassed on an Amish family's farm on Thursday. No joke. Here is a dialog of what happened:

Sarah: *thoughts are swimming about in her freaky slimy brain about taking over the world.*

Mom: Gary, take this left.

Dad: OK. *turns left on totally tiny back road*

All of the sudden.... BARK BARK BARK BARK!!!

Sarah: *gasp!* OMIGOSH!! IT'S A CASSIE DOG! AHHHH! (translation: It's a collie.)

Mom: TURN AROUND AS QUICK AS YOU CAN, Gary!!!!

Me: Ummm... what's going on? Where are we going?

Sarah: AWWW IT'S SOOO CUTE!!

Mom: TURN AROUND!!!!

Me: *sees a farm* ummm... Mom?

Mom: TURN AROUND NOW!!!!!

Me: *Sees Amish Family playing badminton* uhhhh......

Mom: GARY!!

Then... BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK! A gazillion billion more dogs come charging at us.

Sarah: THEY'RE SOO CUTE!

Me: Dad, be careful! Don't hit them!

Amish People: *turn around and stare at us*

Mom: GARY!! TURN AROUND!

Dad: I'm trying, but I don't wanna hit the dogs!!!

Me: Daddy, be caweful.

Sarah: I WANT THEM!!!!

Amish boys: Walk down so they're about five feet away from our car.

Sarah: I call the older one!!!

Mom: *slides down in her seat*

Dad: grrrr...

Me: *rolls down window and says to Amish dude* I'm sorry! We took a wrong turn!

Amish dude: Oh, it's OK!!

Amish family except for youngest little boy: *Waves*

little Amish boy: *glare*

Me: *waves to little Amish boy*

Little Amish boy: *holds his hand up like the Indians in Peter Pan. You know, like when they say "How" or whatever*

Dad: Speeds off.




Well. Isn't that a wonderful-gut story? Ja.

Gotta go get ready to go to Mass. We're going to the Shrine of the Immaculate conception. It's soooooo pretty there. And... THEY HAVE LIKE, 5 GIFTSHOPS!!

OK, Sarah is ready to hurt me due to the fact that we really need to go get ready. bye!