  So Tuesday Chrissie and I did our fantastic graduation project thang again. O.A.R. and Gavin serenaded us while we painted our little room, and we also got to enjoy a fantastic brunch at Penn's Table. They need to reevaluate their orange juice situation. So after a second coat we were outta West Chester and I headed home to . . . well do nothing. Then I walked up to Hallmark to visit my good working friend Stacy!!
So I hung around with Stace planning what we'd do when we quit until PJ and Davey drove up and started messing with our cart. Word from the Hallmark wise: don't mess with the cart. Or the exact-o knives. Or the stamp. Or the tape. Or the balloon ribbon. Hey! Two ringed pretzels are pretzels too!!!!!
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they're anal about a few things. Anyway, after Stace closed up we hopped in PJ's car and rode to Dairy Queen, blasting what else but Michael Jackson. After purchasing some dairy delicious products, watching Stacy and PJ beat each other up in the parking lot, then giving defense lessons, we decided to try Genuardi's. We analyzed their balloon selection, and then Stace and I started walking somewhere in the store, and we lost PJ and Davey. So then I decided to put my Mountain Dew buy one get one free cap to use, God bless it. (Here starts my addiction. ) And cue Dan. Dan, simply stated, is me and Stacy's new reason for shopping at Genuardi's. Anyway, after exiting the store and realizing that Davey and PJ were nowhere to be found, we reentered the store to see them in the back.
PJ made a furry brown friend, which was a mistake, because Stacy instantly became attached. Before long, past relationship history was dredged up and apparently PJ owed Stacy a birthday gift from when they were dating. *shrugs* So our bear friend took a ride on the conveyer belt (what do you call those in the super markets?
) and was soon named Crump. (Crump recently changed his name to Mr. Crump, to present a more dignified air. ) Then we headed back to Davey's to watch the critically acclaimed "Get Over It. " What a fine cinematic piece. Soon enough I was home and that's when I gave birth to this sucker. I felt a need to cover the events of that day. It was an interesting day. And I got two Mountain Dews out of the deal. Not bad. Wednesday was my day off from that loser Chrissie.
More like I was brutally separated!! But I made do. I met up with Allison to play a much needed couple hours of tennis. Afterwards I relaxed around the house for a bit, and headed down the street to meet up with Stace and Dave. From there we picked up the finely coordinated Amanda and headed to the Flecken's for a pool party. All I have to say is .
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CONGRATULATIONS AMANDA! She deserves a pat on the back. Oh, by the way, no matter what anyone says, John Mellencamp is NOT famous. So after some socializing, witnessing youth pastor Greg being the first and only to remove his shirt while playing basketball, and dipping feet in the pool, we had our what Amanda calls "God time. " There was a soda drinking contest .
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how to approach this. Brooke held up strong but left the boys to battle it out in her stomach's best interest. As for Dave Good .
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by God. Dave Good is too good for soda tabs. He just gnaws on the can until some goes in his mouth and the rest down his chest and pants. Needless to say belching guy won, and blew chow. Oh and while I was praying a little frog came up and sat beside me.
It startled me so much I almost fell in the pool. Stacy and I tried to chase him down, but met his leaf-like brethren instead .
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then when I was away from Stacy and Amanda, Ryan pushed Stacy in. Poor girl. Clothes and all. Amanda too. Not to mention lack of towel. But at least they had suits on. Because before long, I was pushed in. And I had no suit on. Oh well. I really didn't mind. So after a few crisis' solved (.
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uh um Stace?
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is that it? ), AMAZING rocky road brownies eaten, jumps in the pool, friends made (in high girly voice: "one, two, threeeeeee!! "), and shifts of towel usage between the three of us, we headed home. Not before watching Amanda address about a hundred obviously masculine figures in the dark as "Mom??? " though. It was a good time. And then the wonderful happened .
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Kelly came home!!!! Summer session has concluded, and I have a sister again. Well in the living at home sense. So I get a little over two weeks of fun-filled Kelly action!!!! What am I saying? Kelly and Phil action is the correct term. My long lost brother. Or was that ugly butt-face? eh. It's all the same. Anyway Phil's sleeping over!!! I have to say, he's a horrible truth or dare player. tisk tisk. Tomorrow is Friday the 13th and Saturday we've got the concert .
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until then! Peace out kids. 
