Mar. 10, 1992
I have to write about an adventure I had using as many spelling words as I can. I don't have to write an adventure!
Once I woke up. It was the nineteenth of February. I was feeling lazy. It was the weekend. I had fried cereal.
I had a bad morning this morning. My mom got real mad because I let out the dogs. They wanted out anyway. Rascal came back. My mom got punky* in the car. I don't know why it isn't Monday.
[*Punky was the name of the other dog.]