Day 1, 2110

    Today was a Saturday so I slept late like I always do. When I woke up I fixed myself a cup of nice oatmeal in the kitchen. While I was carrying the bowl to the table I dropped it. Then I looked at the time. It was almost time for me to pick up my grandson and granddaughter for a weekend. I couldn’t wait for our sleepover so, I slowly grabbed an apple and walked, not ran, to the door and the hustle, bustle of the city.

I went to my daughter’s, I forgot her name, house and saw Addison and Aiden waiting for me. They ran to me and said, “ We missed you!” Then my ugly     daughter came out and said: “ Bye mom, I’m going to Staplevania now, please watch over the twins and don’t lose them again. You already lost them 607 times!!!” “Don’t worry I won’t!!” I said fiercely.

 Then while I was walking home I saw a bench at the park and I thought to myself “Hmm, I am a little tired. Nothing will happen if I lay down a bit.” So I sat down while the kids played at the park. Then I fell asleep dreaming that I was still 9 years old. Ahhhhh, the young days are special.   

When I woke up it was three hours past how much I had intended to sleep. I looked around for the twins, but they were nowhere to be seen. I had lost them again for the 608th time. I called my daughter because she has a, a, a, I forgot what, on the twins since I always lose them.  When she picked up she said, “ You lost them again didn’t you.” Then she gave me this crazy long speech about how I always lose them and then she has to find them. In the end, she said “I’m not going to help you. You have to find them yourself. I took the whole evening looking for them and finally found them at the bottom of a well. We had to call 477 (that's the number for the emergency) After they took the twins out of the well we went home. I fixed them a super-duper healthy dinner of chocolate donuts and went to bed.