Shopping is always good for a girl’s soul. So Josie and I made our souls very happy.  We spent the day at the Mall and came home with swimsuits for each of us. Mine is black and way more daring than Mom would approve of. Tough. She prefers him … the drummer … to her daughter. Well, I don’t care. Now I can do whatever I please. Even Dad has retreated to his own little world.

Actually, I do care, but I’m not telling anybody because that is so pathetic. I’m trying to be more like Josie, independent.

Anyhow, we bought these awesome tees and shorts. Matching sandals. And then we ate pizza and pretended we didn’t see those two guys at the next table, flirting with us.

A fair day. My mother still hasn’t called.