Baker. UHG.

I AM IN BAKER.
Dusty, tiny Baker City. My G-Dawg Grandpa is here in this town that is falling apart. That is the only good thing about Baker. He owns a store thats named after the family, Kennedy's East Side Grocery and its kind of like a 7 11 but smaller and not a chain store. Usually we get to work in the store but he is sick this weekend so we arent really. Today, in the back, there were giant heaps of empty beer and pop bottles and cans, and i had to sort through them and put them into their different boxes, and let me tell you, there are A LOT of different types of beer and pop, and with a mixture of beer, pop, and ciggarettes stuffed into empty beer cans, well that jut isnt the best smell. In fact, i was gagging and coughing most of the time and it just was not that great. I think i will smell like a mix of those three disgusting things for the next few days. Blech.

Sabotage!

In short words (so that we can get on with the story), we are selling our house and I really don't want to go, so I planned a sabotage! It involved only a few items. A potato gun, a wind-up rat, a whoopie cushion, a beware not, ropes, and some of those attachment thingys. It started out with me and Zach in the front yard. I was shooting my potato gun at him. I wanted to make the people think that I was a evil, devious child that they would not want to be around for very long. So, with them not wanting to be around me for long, they were not able to see the house for very long. Mwa ha ha ha ha! Anyways, I own a typewriter, so, with the help of some old looking paper, I was able to type up a "beware" note. You know, "GET OUT NOW" "BEWARE" "YOU ARE DOOMED!" The whole shabang. Once they got upstairs, we set the note on the bed and let them descover it. Then, the wind up rat had its cause. Squirming around and being gross. It didn't really do much but I think it gave the lady a little spook...