Chapter one-
I am not normal. I am anything but normal. Of course, I appear to be, but that's only because you haven't seen me wearing crazy hats through the grocery store yet. I always wear crazy hats through the grocery store when the mood strikes me. Another thing that you must know is the fact that my family isn't normal either. When I think about things that we would have to tell people about how we live, all the "except for...'s" start flooding into my head at an overwhelming rate. "Except for we have a bed in our living room," "except for my cat actually wears a red bow around her neck," "Except for I play this one instrument, it's an Indian, not Native American, Indian, sort of drum..." Yeah. "Except for we have a cat box in our shower. Not the shower that we use though, the other one," Except for that's not all of them, not even close.
Forgive the bold. I for some reason couldn't figure out how to get rid of it. Until now.



