i came home the other day... from having a great time at spencers house. i was in an ok mood, upset about leaving him but not too bad... i walked in the door thinking i was going to tell gail about my bracelet and single earring that i found by spencers barn that has been missing for a month... but when i got in there i watched them play a game and showed her my talking doll that my mom and dad had bought me (out of pocket money when they didnt have pocket money) for my 6th birthday, then went into the kitchen, my eyes caught something that looked like chocolate and--of course--i looked over. there, sitting in a bowel for every hand and finger to eat... was my chocolate truffles that my nana had sent me for christmas. my favorite candies were sitting there... out in the open, and have been for a while now! in her defense, on the top of the box they did say share... but they were given to me, had my name on them, and i had un-rapped them on christmas morning. just because they said share on them did not mean that anybody could take them whenever they felt like it let alone put them in a bowl for everybody to eat! then i didnt want to talk to gail. i didnt even want to look at her, and definetlly not tell her about my crazy bracelet story. but i did look at her. and i did talk to her. and i dont regret it. cause now i know her a little better. she thought that because it said share, she could just take it and give it to everybody. but no. it was mine and i wanted to save the expensive chocolates for my birthday. i only get them once a year if not that! and i dont even get an apology. makes me feel like crap but i guess i deserved it somehow. but thanks gail, for righting a wrong. helped a bunch.