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I think that I say "my life could be a tv show" once a week, on average.
I would like to share with you today's made-for-tv moment.

8:00am: I was awakened by my mothers bloody murder scream. At that moment I had two choices: 1. Assume I'm dreaming and roll over, or 2. Find out if she's okay. Well, I didn't want to move so I shouted to her to find out if everything was alright. She hollered back for me to just stay in my room. I've heard that before... there was a bat in the house. Sweet.
Mom called upstairs to Pete and told him to come downstairs to get it. Well, he came down and couldn't find it at first so he went back upstairs, and mom started to blow dry her hair. I could hear the dishes on the buffet outside my room clanging around. Well, turns out the bat was hanging around in the china. Pete couldn't get to it, or so he said. Then, they both left for work/school. Sweet. I told them i wasn't leaving my room until the bat was gone. Well, gram called and wanted me to go furniture shopping with her. I told her the story then I told her not to come over. Within 5 minutes her and gramp pulled up in the driveway. Great. I was mad. I wasn't going to open my door and risk that bat flying into my room. Well gram opened the door anyway... and the first thing I saw was gramp... He was wearing elbow high gloves, had a fishing net in one hand and a tennis racket in the other. HA. They were fumbling around trying to find it (with no success). Gram started walking around the house with a broom banging on things yelling "Here batty batty batty"...all the while I was sitting on my bed with my face in my hands wondering if this really was my life... it's been qutie a day...