After 45 minutes of cleaning (which means sort-of cleaning while simultaneously texting, lounging, reading, playing with the dog, texting...), I had managed to put away three pairs of pants. That's about when Mom came in and was like "You've been at it for 45 minutes and only put away three pairs of pants?!?!?!" Frankly, I was also surprised I had gotten that much done in that little amount of time too. But apparently that's not what mom meant. After that she started helping and 10 minutes later I was finished. What's that one saying again? Mother's hands make light work? Or something like that. That's one thing I do like about moms: How fast they clean up!
I decided to not make another mess in my nice and clean room and just sit on my bed relaxing by re-reading The Hunger Games for the millionth time, playing with my puppy, Baxter, and answering any texts that came in.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed.
New Text Message From
The message read:
hey i just had a gr8 idea i need 2 tell u in person its that great! can i come over?
I quickly typed back:
Sure! C u soon! :-)
A few minutes later, Sabrina came bounding into my room. "I just had, like, the GREATEST idea ever!" She cried.
"Yeah. I could tell from your text. So what is it?"
"You know how Alice is coming into town tomorrow?"
"We should throw her a welcome back party!!"
"That IS a great idea!" I cried, "But we'll have to have it ready by tomorrow."