Finally!

I have something to blog about!! YAY! Alright, here's the story:

We have a giant window in our diningroom and my sister was just standing there, looking out of it with this really weird look on her face. When she heard me walk into the room she looked at me and said, "Mo, did you put that wine bottle outside?" I looked at her like she was a psychopath and walked to the window to join her.

When I looked outside I noticed that there wasn't only an empty bottle of wine, but one of those mini-bottles of Bacardi, two beer bottles, a beer can, and... a Barbie doll. All of these things were dropped alongside a path of footprints leading from the side of our house to our stream.

We then walked to the living room where our brother (who is in an eyepatch because he got shot with an airsoft gun two days ago, haha) was watching TV. We said, "Did you put the wine, beer, hard alcohol, and Barbie outside?" He looked at us like we were psychopaths and kept watching TV.

So we put on our shoes and sweatshirts (no jackets, it's almost Spring. Yay!) and went to investigate. First the Barbie. My sister asked if it was one of ours and I picked it up to see. I told her "Yes, it's the one with the bendy stomach." Then I looked closer and freaked out: the Barbie had a hole drilled in it's crotch. Gross.

Next, we checked the booze. The wine and Bacardi were empty, but the three beers were unopened. Before we could figure out what to do, our brother opened the big window above us and told us our mom had just pulled in. We decided to just hide everything next to the house. Then we went inside.

My mom came in and started talking about something stupid. My sister said she wanted to tell her, so we told our brother, "If it was you, tell us now, because otherwise we're telling mom." He promised it wasn't him and so we told her. Then we took everything inside, recycled the bottles, put the beer in the fridge, and threw the Barbie out. Then we talked about oil and ate donuts.

The scary thing: Those beers are the kind my dad drinks, the wine is the kind my mom drinks, the Barbie is probably one of my sister's old ones, and the footprints come from the road and stop at the stream. They don't go back.

PS. WHY THE F CAN'T I CHANGE MY FONT SIZE??