Fame = Dry Cleaning?

More abt my convo w/Dad when he was driving me home after the telethon. I tried 2 take my mind off the fact that Dad's 'vASSe was hovering even higher than usual by talking sum more abt Becky. I sed, "Becky was actually nice 2 me 4 a change." Dad sed, "MayB she liked yr singing!" Hmph, like that wd B the only reason 4 her 2 B nice. I sed, "Who knows. NEway.... She sed how lucky I was NOT 2 B famous, 2 have a regular home and parents who were still married 2 each other. She sed if she cd trade lives w/me, she wd!" Dad was all, "So, ... wd U trade lives w/HER?" I sed, "No way!" Then I sensed that Dad was fishing 4 compliments, and I didn't feel like being all complimenty @ that moment, so I thot of the 1st dumb thing my tired brain cd think of:" "4 one thing, she has 2 wear these wild, amazing costumes nite after nite after nite!" And when Dad asked me what was wrong with that, I was all, "...They're not washable." I was hoping that wd confuse him (which isn't that hard I guess) and it seemed 2 have worked cuz he had a stubbly, gobsmacked face.

Sum of U may B wondering Y Becky and I wd even hafta have such a convo, since we pretty much had this convo back in Sept. But Becky and I seem 2 B stuck on a loop. I hope we get 2 move 4ward this time, but I dunno.

Dunc, it turns out Becky made a typo mispoke when she sed "grade 11." She really meant 2 say "3 grade 10 classes." U R totally rockin' the Gems! I've gotten up 2 level 900, but then Mom or Dad comes along and wrests the controls away from me and turns off the TV!!!

Apes