Feb. 13, 1992
Tomorrow is Meg's birthday party. Her birthday was yesterday. She is eight years old. We had some cake and ice cream and opened some presents. I'm going to her party tomorrow. It's at the bowling alley. I think I'm just going bowl. Not with the other little wimpy girls. But at least she didn't invite Holly and Jollegan. I really hate them.
Also tomorrow I'm helping out at the dance with the cub scouts. I don't know what we are going to do there. It doesn't interupt my plans. I don't want to dance anyway.