Apparently I have more cousins then just goofy ol' Molly. One is Rebecca Wordworth, and another whom I'll meet this Christmas. Let me tell you, I fear for my life!
Everything started out fine yesterday. Kit and I played with our horses.
I said I was (what else could I do?) and she offered to shake my hand. Those perfect curls! Ugh! Why does everyone else have such pretty hair?
She starts looking around my room and points to my totally awesome poster.
Are you kidding me? Of course I couldn't say that. "Joshua Jackson from Fringe," I say. "It's one of my favorite shows."
"Never heard of it."
Are you serious?
"I'll see you in school tomorrow," she says. And pets me on the head!
I can only hope my other cousin will not be this crazy. Anyone else have cousin horror stories to help me out?