I'm currently reading this book, "Found." It's pretty cool. People have sent in tons of pictures, letters, notes, etc. that they've just randomly found. I got my copy from a library, and wouldn't you know it, someone had left a little note of their own inside. On the back of an old film developing envelope, someone had written, "Am I crazy? Or did I just blow your mind bitch?" Indeed, they had.

The other night Amanda went digging through my purse for a pen. After she found one, she left my purse on the edge of the table, which apparently translates to "fair game" for Jersey. Like fools, none of us noticed how quiet she'd become. Moments later, Jersey walked into the living room with one of Auntie's emergency pads in her hand. I watched in horror as she held it up to her nose, sniffing. "Piddy," she said. Mom and Amanda started laughing hysterically. She sniffed it again. "Piddy."

I grabbed it away from her, my face red. She left the room, returning a minute later with another one, apparently liking the baking powder scent. Then I noticed she had powder all over her clothes. Yup, she'd dug into Auntie's makeup, too.