Dude only eats live food. I should have thought of it earlier.  But it doesn't matter, I thought of it now, and he's okay.  I was getting seriously worried.  He was circling the drain for awhile.  I felt this huge responsibility not to let him die.  I'm the one who pulled him out of the bay, out of his natural home, and brought him into my house.  So if I couldn't even feed him, then mom would have been right all along about me not being able to take care of a pet.  But it's more than just some kind of responsibility.  Nim's cool, and I really like him.  He's one of a kind.  And he's mine.   I seriously didn't want to lose him.

In the "School of Life" as dad would call it, [which, by the way, I guess they don't teach you in the "school of life" that the very term "school of life" sounds corny and ridiculous].   Anyway, I got a big life lesson this week, in a major way.  And here's what I learned.  It is absolutely possible to get away with having an outrageously big party when your parents are away.  It's not even that hard.  You need to make sure that everything gets put back to the way it was.  Every little thing, because it's the little stuff that can get moms all wigged out and suspicious.  The house has to be the same level of clean that it was, and nothing can be broken.  So if you deal with the aftermath of cleaning, you're golden.  I can't wait till they go away again.

Speaking of broken, this week on the freak show that is my sister…Nim broke her jewelry box.  It was an accident.   But Savannah had major cow freak-out issues with it.  I'm talking bo-vine.   She was so pissed, she said she was going to tell mom and dad about Nim.  What's she thinking?  If she does, I'll just tell mom and dad about her party.   Ah yes…a little concept called blackmail, and you know where I learned it?  The school of life.