I spent the day with my friend that I walk with. She is very nice. We met her sister and hour and a half away for lunch. Her sister volunteers at a camp for kids; she lives in a 5th wheel. We saw animals on the little farm- baby chicks, baby pigs, horses... Their dog ducked under the electric fence and caught his shoulders on the wire, coming back out. He made an awful yelp/scream. Then he ran toward the house, and wouldn't come when called anywhere near the fence. He even went on the porch and asked to go in. We got some eggs from the farm; I had some for dinner- yum! I found some money wrapped in a 20 on the ground. I picked it up and asked my friend's sister if it were hers. She said yes. Then at the store after while checking out, she told the cashier it was her "mad money"! I'm broke until Friday, so I was just like, "Whatever..." Come to find out, the money was my friend's. In other news, I should clean the apartment. It seems the kids aren't going to. I should do laundry. Oh yeah! I found my camera and am charging my battery. I am determined to get back into photography!!