Don't Claw Me in the Neck Please

Today my cat clawed me in the neck. I cried my head off. I told it I hated it and I threw it in the garbage. Just kidding. Actually I threw it in its cage. The other cat was crying. It went meow, meow, meow. I locked the door and went inside.

Then we listened to a conference story about you need to write in your journal at least once a day. I don’t like writing in my journal because I don’t know how to spell things like Church. I did Chrh.

Today I went to Church and I did a primary program. I was Daniel in the song, Follow the Prophet, and I had fun. I practiced it for four years or four months actually because if it was four years I’d be four years old! I practiced my song the most now because I knew I would be singing it but I didn’t practice it that much before because I knew it would be a long time. I wore fabric on my head. I didn’t look much like a prophet cause one thing, I was a girl, and the other thing I had a dress on and the other thing I had a girl shirt on. After we were done we got a popcorn ball and then we went home and they (primary leaders) rang the doorbell and we got a donut.