Anyway, on to more important topics, like how House has a family. That's right; she's been keeping it from us all this time. She has a husband* and a son (that I adopted from Mexico for her), named El Won Carlos (and yes, "Won" is supposed to be "Won," not "Juan"). EWC has a son/daughter who we named Taco. Not only this, but House also has a biological daughter named Taylor, a dinosaur named Kitty, and a fish named Alex! She just wanted to make sure that I mentioned this in the blog, it's very important that she knows that we all accept her. [Yeah, no....]
Alrighty then, I don't have tons to say today (like Virgil— hers was actually legit information!), but I would like to mention a few things. First of all, it is illegal to get married under the age of 18 without parental consent. This means, House [teehee], that unless my parents legally allow me to get married, I won't. Second of all, the only way I would get married to someone I don't even like is if I was in some way forced to or if I was pregnant. Well, I guess you caught me there; I am pregnant with L's baby! Hahaha. No, I'm not. Really, I swear. Next topic. The Curly Fries may be getting a new member. Although our clique is strictly exclusive, a classmate of ours requested that she be an honorary Sunday writer. I personally would not like having a seventh Curly Fry, but an honorary guest would be okay. Write in the comments what you think, then maybe we can take a vote.
Another new topic. Sorry for my sudden leaps of topics; I didn't do any planning and this is coming mostly off the top of my head. The Curly Fries (as a group of friends) have been an official clique of our school for the past two years. In those two years, we have set some wonderful traditions together (flashlight tag, after-band parties, a new tradition, which is NaNoWriMo, and more). One of our favorites is flashlight tag. Flashlight tag is a combination of freeze tag and hide-and-go-seek, but it's in the dark! :O One person is 'it' and everyone hides (this is best done if one is wearing black), after the allotted time has passed, the seeker goes and tries to find people. You are tagged if the beam of the flashlight falls on you. Then you must go to jail until someone frees you. Last summer, we played this too many times to count, and I would like to play it again this year. Oh, and just to let you know, we do have a seventh Curly Fry, although she doesn't write. Her name is... um... it's, er... we'll call her Lee. (<--That's her middle name.) Lee also plays flashlight tag with us.
Now I'm boring myself. This post is so short! I don't want to have the shortest post! Oh well! See y'all next week! Oh! And before I forget, today I learned that when you bother House enough in just the right ways, she makes a funny face and growls. Just kidding! I already knew that!
*Edit [House]: I actually don't have a husband. Just a little note.
