Kristin told me she’s using my texts for her computer class blog and asked me to describe our house. Well, it’s pretty bad. There’s one room downstairs with a loft above where we sleep. The windows are small and it smells like burnt food and mildew. Nice, right?
Gen's mom's idea of a good time is taking the family to Camp Frontier, where they prentend they're living in the 1890s. Gen has to dress up like an American Girl doll, and there are no iPods, no phones, no computers, no friends . . . basically no fun at all. It's like Little House on the Prairie gone wrong, very wrong.
Gen's managed to sneak in a phone and she's been texting us her updates.