Smart As a Whip

March 28, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12

Dear Diary,

I was relieved to have a moment alone, as I brushed my teeth. That always felt good after a hard day. With my tired legs stretched, and my exhausted behind on the tub, I considered what I should write here.

I wouldn't spend much time on school. Mostly on my day (with Q.) at Bryce's house. I love to talk to Laura. Shes just like a kid, she really understands you. Laura is great.

Bryce is clever as a fox. He can remember anything he sees. Smart as a wip [sic], too. I think Bryce is 8. I've been wanting to sit for him, for a long time. Since Bryce's regular sitter is away on vacation, next Sunday, it's my chance. I can't wait!

Hans is so tough and cute. But he's only cuddly when he's sleepy.

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(Happy B-day mom. I'll always love you)

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