Chapter 4, here you are!!!!
(But only because of the great reviews. I LOVE YOU ALL!
Dearly, not queerly!)

December 20th, (day after Winter carnival)

Dear God.

Man, how much have I started my journal entry like that?
Dear God.

But I can never, never say that to Grandmere. Surprisingly enough, she is a devoted Catholic. (Every single Genovian is a Catholic. We take after Italy). And the only reason she doesn't go to church here is that they won't give her a special seat. In Genovia she has her own special seat, a big box elevated with a small set of stairs. There are only three seats; they're narrow, but cushioned.

Anyways,
Dear God.
Lilly is sill clueless. I figured by now she'd have figured it out, as Michael has been hanging around us ALL DAY and flirting with me. After Awhile, I flirted back. Never, not even once, has Lilly so much as raised an eyebrow.

Isn't she the genius with the ten billion IQ?

That's what I thought.

I bet all this stress of not knowing who she was in a previous life is really getting to her. I bet the entire time she was too busy thinking about who she was.

But, you know, this could be a good thing. We have all this free time.... so why don't we just take advantage of it. I mean, as long as she doesn't know, we should just think of something to say when she does find out. Something good.

Now, onto the subject of Mom.

Mom is, well, as bluntly as I can put it, in a daze. Everything is "Oh, that's nice." or "Sweetie..."

She doesn't even mind her diet! I made her breakfast this morning, and do you know what she said?

"Mmm, Mia this looks wonderful!"

And she wasn't joking!

Her life is just one big smile.

Frank says she'll come back to her old self. That it's probably the hormones in her. He's an Algebra teacher, what does he know about HORMONES?

Jeeeeeeeez Louiiiiiiiize.



List of things to do:( haven't made one of these in awhile...hmm)

-Buy kitty litter. My bathroom smells terrible! Oh, wait. Mom bought it. At the store. The store in which she sends ME down to get stuff at. Or rather, I send myself. Man, am I ever bitter today)


-Take shiny objects from behind toilet in same bathroom. (Stupid Fat Louie and his stupid addiction to stupid shiny stuff.)

-Order nutritious fetus-friendly-foods from deli. We're running low. Quick, do it before Mom gets it. Who does she think she is, supermom?

*A/N: I run on reviews. Please review. With no reviews, I have no fuel. TANX, KAFALEEN*