Like a bear to hot wings

Yeah. It's a saying.

I made it up this morning at 2 AM. See, that's when a hungry bear found my mom's leftovers from Chili's. I hate to admit my scaredy-cat-ed-ness, but I was terrified. The bear was ripping apart the box at our picnic table. 10 feet away from our tent. I was shaking and freaking out. Later he tripped on one of the ropes holding our tent up. I was sure he was going to become enraged and tear the thing apart.

Every breath of the boys' became a snarl in my ear. Everytime one of them rolled over I was sure it was a bear footstep. I've never been so scared in my life. I don't even wanna stay camping the next two nights.

Of course, even if a bear does rip our tent apart tonight I probably won't notice. I'm working on a hour or two of sleep...

Wish granted

We went to six flags today. Actually, as I write this, mom, Levi and I are chillin in Toon Town waiting for the boys/men to return from the swings.
I should preface my story with telling you Levi is sick. He has kept nothing down in almost 48 hours. The doctor told me to give him pedialite exclusively until he can keep it down.
Mom doesn't like rules.
She decided to give Levi a bit of cherry. As I watched a tiny tiny little taste of cherry go in his mouth I said, "I hope that if that little bit of food makes him barf, he gets it all over your nice white shirt."
Wish granted.