Verja the Lost Jungle Bunny

rTurns out I didn't have to take a shot. The doctor was a grown-up MK so he said we could push past it. He did let me listen to his stethoscope, though. And he said I had very healthy skin and that I was a pretty, healthy kid. =D

AFTER THAT:

Boredom struck. We had to get a bunch of legal stuff done this morning. Good thing Mom and Dad didn't tell me about the visit to the Police, and the documents saying that I was indeed their daughter, and yada yada yada. Because I would have refused to go. We stood for hours in a cheap little photography shop, took a few photos. I hated my photo. I didn't get to sleep until four in the morning, so I look all sleepy and 'im-gonna-kill-you' ish. I was sleepy. We had to stand there in that little shop, and then in an un-air conditioned building while Mom signed legal papers and Dad went around the corner to get some important photo signature thing. He left, and I had to stand there. Bored. I imagined I was here...At my house...Blogging about that...Like I am now! Hehe!xD I was kind of whiny. I was sleepy and hungry. I hadn't had breakfast or dinner the night before. I wished I had been prepared, and forewarned, because then I would have brought entertainment: A book, my phone and something to doodle with. All I had was a pen in my pocket. I did everything you can imagine to do with that pen. I twirled it, and felt it, and dropped it, and picked it up again. I even pretended to draw raccoons sitting on the guards' heads. With my pen! :D
So I, being bored, looked around. The seal on the InterPol building was a rooster. That, apparently, is our state bird. A...Bold(?) Rooster, because Paraguayans speak their minds. And so do roosters. I saw a few other things. Then we went to Hidalgo, a furniture place that was stuffy and everything was wood. We bought Jewel a closet, and the store will be delivering the ginormous thing to us this afternoon. And for lunch, we ate at Burger King, and I got a Double Bacon Cheese-burger. And a coke.

Dad said maybe we can get my hair cut. Considering, the salon is not even 50 feet from our house.

I want to go swimming. It's melting, scorching hot weather. The pool, all cool and fresh, sounds awesome.
First, though, I must wash the dishes. From yesterday's 'pool party'.

So, again, I would like for you to read this. Thank you and bye for now! I might blog again soon.

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