Dear Jesus,
When the doorbell chimed from downstairs, I knew we were doomed. Ok well, maybe 'doomed' is an outrageous way to depict our state.
Currently, Kathy and I looked like rainbow ponies. Purple ponies. I should have suggested another time for redecorating my room.
The room had already begun 'taking shape'; it also looked like it had been invaded by two teenage girls who know virtually nothing about painting.
Ding-dong-ding!
Kathy and I looked at each other, then at my room's door, then at each other again.
I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.
With all my heart, I hoped it wouldn't turn out to be John and his crew.
The doorbell rang for the third time. Now, I didn't want to disturb my Dad who was currently preparing for Sermon in the library.
Mom was briefly out. She
