wooooaaaahhhhhh!

My favorite place to be, besides my car, which I named Babs, is in my papasan.

I like to read, sleep, eat, laugh, think, watch Gilmore Girls, sing, talk on the phone, do homework, pretend to do homework, sit and think about how I used to do homework when I used to be in school, cry, pray, rest, watch the snow/rain out the window and/or remember how I used to watch the snow/rain, curl up in a ball, write letters to my pen pals, write in my journal, write poetry, write stories, chew bubbly-bubble gum.... while in it. Obviously, not at the same time. (That would be silly.)

I've fallen out of it before. It was the scariest thing of my life. It was in slow motion and I knew there was nothing I could do to stop it from happening. I thought I was going to break it. Sounds like a funny thing to worry about but I paid $80 for that very comfortable round chair with a cushion. That is why I learned what the fancy chair is called in the first place. Most people just call it a round-cushioned-chair-thing. But, I call it by its very fancy, rightful name that it deserves to be called because it is a fancy, expensive chair: a papasan. Normally they are over $200, but this one was on a major sale. Even though it was on sale, it was... nevertheless... $80! And to have it break? oh! That would be very terrible. Devastating, really.

Luckily, it didn't break when I fell out. I think the screaming helped prevent it from breaking.

I fell backwards, by the way, landing flat on my stomach with my hair in my face. I was screaming "woooooaaaa----ahhhhh!" the entire way down, very slow-motion-ey.

I laughed very hard. Very, very hard. So did my best friend who witnessed the entire thing.