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My sister has purchased a Nook. My sister who has never read a book in her life. You know what my sister did with the books we had as kids? She wrote her name all over the pages of the books. My sister whom I saw with a book in her bag and I said, "Amber, are you reading a book??" and she replied, "Oh. No. I just wanted to look like everyone else, so I put a book in there." My sister who used to sit and say, "whatareyoudoingwhatareyoudoingwhatareyoudoing?" while I was reading until I was forced to leave the room. My sister who has an allergic reaction when she walks into a book store. My sister bought a Nook. I don't even know what to do with this information.

Mischief caused the backyard to flood today when Mischief somehow got the connector thingy for the hoses unhooked from the faucet. And since the water was on, the water spread all over the backyard. My backyard is mud sludge.

The balance of Michief and Reason has shifted exponentially to Mischief since Sarah's passing. She, apparently, was the Moral Compass of the backyard and without her Reason has no place. This is also how a pillow ended up spread across my living room on Monday. Mischief.