I do not own these people. End of disclaimer.
June 1st my room 9 am
White Rabbit or whatever it is they say in England…I'm meeting Michael in half an hour he's planned a surprise but I can't find out what it is…I even bribed Lilly, but she isn't telling – she says she knows nothing about it and that if she did and she told Michael would kill her anyway. Lars is in the living room watching some Tom and Jerry cartoons and eating pop tarts; he has the strawberry ones but is refusing to share them. I changed my outfit four times because I did not know what to wear, so in the end mom got sick of me asking her and told me to phone Michael.
Me: But it's meant to be a surprise, if he tells me what to wear I might guess!
Mom: would you like to go bowling in a ball gown?
Me: Of course not!
Mom: Then ask him – all you want to know is whether to dress casual or formal.
So I did…and here's the puzzle…he said in between!
So I have to dress smartly but in a casual way, where are we going? We cannot be bowling because he'd say casual, and it's not riding in central park because he'd have to tell me to bring my helmet and jacket.
In the end I put on some new stuff Sebastiano sent over last week, he started doing everyday wear a few years ago, and his stuff just gets better. I have black flared pants with silver glitter threads running through them so they shimmer, then a black embroidered shirt with red vines. It does look a little showy…but it's so comfortable. I guess Sebastiano will never really get the hang of plain and simple no matter how many hints I drop.
Fat Louie's in a sulk because I can't pet him or I'll get covered in fur, but at least while Rocky was at camp he stopped hiding under my bed. I hope this really isn't too showy, I could change again I guess but I think Lars wants us to leave on time and if I get changed we definitely won't.
I guess I better go and rouse the pop tart munching muscle man away from his cat and mouse tv.
