Scan of Randi's brain.
Randi messed it up. While Clark, Sarah, Earl and I were enjoying a peaceful weekend and imagining our lives as a family of only four, Randi was jumping over fences and knocking down old women. When I went to school, Pete said, "They're bringing her back." And when I got home Randi was once again in the backyard. I think she wanted to get back to Earl. I think she was like, "Man, Earl, you shoulda seen this place. It was the best vacation ever! Next time you have to go!"I start every morning by reminding Randi that she got unadopted because she was Bad Girl. I say, "Who got unadopted because she was Bad Girl?? Randi. Randi got unadopted because she was Bad Girl." Or "Randi, did you get unadopted? You did get unadopted because you were Bad Girl. Who didn't get unadopted? Earl. Sarah. Clark." Pete says that unadoption happens occasionally, but I think he's just being nice, because who gets unadopted? Anyways, Randi was Bad Girl again yesterday, first by running amok in the house so she was forced to sit outside by herself and then by jumping up on Pete and knocking the three duck eggs he was holding onto the patio.
On the plus side, I think I may have discovered the secret to keeping Randi calm. Or she discovered the secret. She got herself tangled up in the vacuum cleaner cord, again, last night. Only this time it was just loosely hanging around her neck. I couldn't figure out why she was being so calm or why she was staying in the hallway. When my curiosity finally got the better of me, I discovered the cord hanging around her neck. NOTE: She was not in any danger of being strangled. It was barely touching her neck, but it was enough. I may place the vacuum cleaner cord around her more often.
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