My weekend (so far)

Well I thought you'd all like to hear about how interesting my weekend was. (or is so far) O know you are probly thinking, "Why the shizzle is Becky posting two posts in a day? What is her Problem?" My explanation for that is I am waiting for my laundry to get done and I have time to kill. So bear with me, I promise this will be interesting.

So it all started out on Friday, when Martha came over. lot's happened but I decided to share just one very dramatically inticing story. :) So we were having a normal time (this is like at 4:30 in the afternoon) and Mom and Kt weren't some, and Dad was at work, so Me and M's were watching Emily. We had just finished making dinner (we had pizza) and me and Martha went outside to talk for a little bit. EMily was in a really good mood and was being annoying so of course I was totally being mean and snapping at her. After talking to Martha, I called Ems out (Em's is Emily, M's is Martha) out to apoligize to her. So she comes out and then all the sudden her eyes become as big as saucers and she is like "OH NO!!!" Me and M's were like what is wrong Emily, and she's like "I locked all the doors!" Apparently she was 'playing a trick' on us and decided to lock us out of the house but it wasn't till she came outside and shut the door she realized she locked herself out too. So Everyone was panicking and I was trying to act like a normal, calm, mature babysitter. (and failing) I might mention we didn't have a phone, and we still had to put the pizzas in the oven before Mom got home. So I go around the house and start checking the windows. Wonder of wonders, they are ALL locked! Then I remember that I had opened out bedroom window to throw out a stink bug earlier. So I propose the idea of getting a ladder and climbing up through that window. Martha, being the smart person she is, said absolutely not Becky, forget it. Emily was still all panicky and was just following whatever M's said. So I decided I have a decision to make. I could either climb up through our window or wait two hours till Mom got home. If you know me, you know that I went straight to the garage and started pulling out Dad's gigantic ladder. It was like a million pounds but the girls wouldn't help me cuz they were still trying to convince me not to do it. I eventually got the ladder up and started climbing when I sort of felt it slipping (dont worry, i didn't die) So I make the girls hold it (they hadn't been before cuz they were all freaked out) then I started up again. I must admit, it was very scary especially when you get to the top and have to lean over to try and open the window. It's not a fun experience. But anyway, I ended up getting in the window and we were all happy and thrilled and I kept thinking how stupid what I just did was, and how irresponsible it was, and how it could have turned out very badly. And then dad get's home and we tell him, and he's like "good job!" I was a little dissappointed he wasn't flaber-ghasted I would do such a stupid thing (he knows me to well) But oh well. So that is my incredibly dramatic story. It was a little more dramatic when it happned, now it seems sort of boring but I wrote about it anyway.

Gosh I have already written a book and my laundry is probly done, so I should go. But before I go I just want to apoligize to Phoebe!!!!! I'm sooo sorry I killed your hand. It was totally my fault. cries. Please forgive. :P I'm so darn clumsy I like kicked her hand doing a flip on the trampoline; Not a fun experience. Anyway I really need to go get my laundry. Thanks for reading?