Annie scooped up the tree frog from off the top of the mailbox and shoved her hands to my face.
Corb made a face. "I hate frogs."
"well, maybe I don't mind looking at them, but I hate touching them. Wash your hands when you get upstairs, okay?"
Last night was all about Ashes.
Theo was at a friend's house for a birthday party, so Corb and I had her all to ourselves.
We took her out to Friendly's for supper.
We rented scary movies about seances and vampires.
We even bought a birthday cake the celebrate the birthday of Edward Cullin, who turned 107 on Thursday, apparently (Ashes is not certain about this.)
I like summers. Things seem to move more slowly during the summer. I don't have to worry about school projects or rehearsals. I don't have to worry about lunch tickets or getting up ridiculously early in the morning.
Life is good, especially because I'm not a tree frog stuck on a mailbox.