you are not that ugly.

"Ew, I hate my picture!"

"I'm so doing retakes!"

"OMGosh, your picture looks so much better than mine!"

"Come on, BFF, let's see your picture! Come on! Let me see it! It cannot be as bad as mine!"

bleh.

There are two days of the beginning of the school year that drive me crazier than my newly-teenbop brother on a bad day. Those days happen to be picture day.

Come on, let's be honest. We all know that you absolutely love yourself in that picture. You are the one who curls your hair in perfect curls and had your outfit picked out since the first day of summer. You are the one who double-frosted that caked-on makeup on your petit face so you look like a person I've never seen before. You even wear a nice pair of skinny jeans and your most stylish pair of high heels. Like you can actually see them.
Right before your picture is taken, you pull out your mini mirror, touch up your makeup, cake on luscious lipgloss, and ask the boys standing next to you, "How do I look?"
When you get your ID card, you walk straight to your friends (or at least someone who will respond the way you want them to) and say the quoted sentences above (beginning of this post).

And then there's me.

Eh, I should probably wear a shirt... yeah, that could be good....

NAH, just joking with ya. I wear a shirt that is one step fancier than a t-shirt. I only wore a skirt today because it happened to be Wednesday (aka Temple Day). I straightened my hair- not to fancy and not to plain. I put on the amount of makeup that the above person would consider it to be the equivalent of being naked.

I get my picture taken.
Grab ID card.
Wait for class to finish.
Pretend to listen to people get mad about their picture.
Go back to class.

Now I can check out a book from the school library.
Avec Amour,
Maddiey
post script: I got a letter from "Army Man" (aka Breton) today. Whoop whoop.

I'm going (most likely)!

Happy Birthday Lovely

I am not very good at birthday cards. Whenever I go shopping for a gift, I will always buy a card to go along with it. (That kind of sounds like the books If You Give a Pig a Pancake or  If You Give a Moose a Muffin. Eh, maybe it's just me...) I am always pretty sure I know what gift I should get, but when it comes to buying a card...

I usually plan gift/card shopping for birthdays like this:

10 minutes: The gift

1-2 hours: The card

Kinda flip-flopped, eh?

When it comes to cards, I get rather picky (or as Mr. Melville's poster- Picky Picky). It has to be perfect. 

10 steps I take while selecting a 98¢ card (or however much they cost):

1) Consider the personality of the person receiving the card. Are they the type that take everything seriously or are they the type that jokes about anything and everything?

2) Take into consideration of our friendship and our personality blend.

3) Go for the humorous cards anyway.

4) Repeat step one.

5) Repeat step two.

6) Go for the classy/ nicer lookin' cards.

7) Resort back to the humorous cards.

9) Repeat steps one through seven about ten more times.

10) Stick with the humorous card and make a stinkin' purchase.

If you have any suggestions or tips on how to shorten this process, please let me know. It's pretty pathetic that I spend that much time on a lame card that will most likely be thrown away in the next couple of hours.

Dearest Kenedi,

Happy Birthday, Lovely. Double Digits... It's great, trust me.

You are beautiful- always have been!

Keep on smiling and giggling.

Lahve always,

Madison

P.S. Brynn- I am pretty sure this is a red velvet cupcake. One of your children, I presume?