Hi people. I don't really have anything to say because I am tired. A coke would have really helped (thanks a lot Zac!!!). I am just going to do what I am supposed to do and tell a little story.
My Namesake
Ok. Homework. Where my mom got the name "Chloe" is from my great grandmother's sister. My great grandmother's name was Audry. Do you see where this is going? Apparently my name means verdant and blooming and that I am sensitive and creative but I have idealistic qualities. I really don't get where they got that.
The Story
Here is my short story(p.s. I am bad at making things short). My grandparents were on vacation in Alaska so Audry, my mom, and I were watching their dogs (who are short, chubby, and bark like nobody's business). I was opening a can of spaghettios with the can opener. My grandma has, like, four can openers: 3 manual ones, and an automatic one. I don't like using the automatic one cause it is loud, slow, and makes weird noises when I use it(it only does that with me!!). So I used the others. Some old fashioned one and I don't think I used it right because it wouldn't work and I had enough pride left to not go to Audry with it. I didn't bother using the other old fashioned one for reasons you likely know. Then I tried the last one. I started using it but it wouldn't work. Suddenly, one blade fell off(I completely ignored it and I don't know why) but I kept going. Three seconds later, another blade fell off along with the handle, other two blades, and the rest of it. I stared at it then wordlessly picked up the automatic, taking like 15 minues to figure it out. I finally got my spaghettios though!! Yay!!
P.S. I told you I was bad at making things short.
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