This house stinks to high hell. Dad is trying to get rid of a clogged sink, and the only drain cleaner he uses stinks. He owns a business that quite often needs the drains cleaned. Ink gets down in there and just doesn't let go.

The windows are open though, which are obviously Mum’s work. I can smell the air coming in. It smells like spring. Have you ever noticed that there is a smell for every season? This is great. The snow is melting, our pool and pond is thawing, and I’m going skiing in a t-shirt, boarder pants and a down vest. I may even be too hot, but coming down a hill at fast as I do, there's a possibility that I could be a little cold.

Of course, the one who promised to take me skiing is Dad, which means I have a 50-50 shot of going. Dad repents his promises more than your average prostitute should repent her sins. (Ack, that sounded way too biblical.)

Outside, it’s 50 degrees and sunny. The world is good once again. All I want is my freckles to come back. I love my freckles. They’re peppered all over my face, and pale when winter comes. My birthmark pales too, which is exactly over the right upper corner on my lip. My Dad is always telling me to wipe my mouth, because I have chocolate on there. He honestly doesn’t remember that it’s my birthmark. He’s not kidding, because I can tell when he’s kidding.That’s the only time I hate my birthmark. I normally like it because it’s different and a little cute.

Oh god, the dog is trying to sleep on the thawing pond, and I think I just heard a piece of ice breaking off. If that dog fell through, I'm going to laugh. It's his fault. The ice is thin. He chose to be there. I am glad he knows how to swim though and loves water.