Things are humming along at school, too.

Yours truly hasn’t had a detention since I played Snoopy in the fall musical, You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown. If you knew me at all, you knew that me not having detention was a miracle!

I also did the spring show—You Can’t Take It with You. It was a comedy (yay!) and I played Essie Carmichael, a kooky candymaker who dreams of being a ballerina even though she’s a terrible dancer.

I was hysterical, girls. Your mother always was (and always will be) a terrible dancer. Terrible can be funny. Especially if it’s ballet.

So now it’s June, and life is pretty sweet. Mom’s home safe and sound. School’s almost over. I’m looking forward to a fun-in-the-sun Jersey Shore summer. The beach! The boardwalk! Bill Phillips!

Yes, he still has those crazy-gorgeous hazel eyes and I still have a kind-of, sort-of crush on him. Hey, I’m twelve going on thirteen. It’s summer. It happens.

My big plans when school’s out?

Goofing off. Lazing around. Hitting the beach. Doing a whole lot of nothing.

Unfortunately, Dad and Mom have different plans.

Very different.