I conquered my fear…
Wednesday night I conquered my fear of chicken pot pie. The Willetts were having them for dinner, and Verla asked me if I would want some too. I said sure even though I haven’t eaten it since I got sick on it when I was little. My cousins Holly and Clay and I decided it would be a good idea to race to see who could eat it fastest and we all threw up that night. It was terrible, and that has been the one food I don’t like since then. I used to love it, and I decided to be brave. It was one of those mini, frozen ones that you just stick in the oven. It wasn’t the best meal in the world, but it was good and I didn’t get sick. I’m very proud of myself. And I am also a very big dork, but that’s okay. So that’s all I have to write for now. Going to do manual labor this weekend. Fun stuff.