I have decided to stay on at Kylee’s anther day.
Probably because Mrs Luis’s [Kylee’s mum] baked pasta is to-die-for. And also because I’m having a BLAST here. You see, Kylee owns this cafe thingy and we have so much fun pranking customers and messing up with their orders [thank GAWD this is a private diary. If Mrs Luis found out that we added… um, unwanted ingredients to the Olive and Spinach -YUCK!- pizzas, the consequences would be CATASTROPHIC].
I’ve got to go.
I swear, DeDe, that this is the LAST NIGHT that I’m going to sleep-over at The Luis’s. They’ve already been far to kind to me.
And that was yesterday.