Thinking up Titles is Difficult

This morning I went to work, as usual, and when it was time for me to leave I walked to my car and was dumbfounded when I could see it sparkling from 100 feet away. Just this morning it had been covered all over in a thick layer of dirt (I haven't had time to wash it since the last big snow). My car looked so different that at first I wasn't sure if it was mine. When I unlocked the door and hopped in, I noticed that the inside had been vacuumed and smelled strongly of soap. I had a theory as to this miraculous happening and my Dad confirmed it when I returned home: while I had been working, he drove to the library and took my car to a nearby carwash. Wow. I thought that that was pretty nice. My Dad's a cool guy.

Today is my sister's sixteenth birthday. This evening I picked up one of her friends and brought her back to our house, and in the meantime another of her friends had arrived. The three of them enjoyed a candle-lit three-course pasta dinner . . . and the most interesting part of the evening: my brother and four of his friends from Rampart acted as waiters. That part of the dinner was a complete surprise for my sister, and the other girls were both a little nervous having five seniors serve them.