The Bionic Team consists of Leo Dooley, who has a bionic arm, Chase Davenport, the bionic genius, Adam Davenport, the bionic muscle, Bree Davenport, the bionic super speeder, and now, Lyrica Mallard, who has a bionic voice. After she is rescued from...
I am so psyched for tonight! Bree, Auntie Tasha, and I have a Girls' Night Out planned! Eeek! I look at my watch. I should be getting ready right now! Aah! I'm so excited!
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In a few hours, I come out of my room dressed and gussied up for the night, wearing a flowy Aquamarine dress that goes down to just above my knees, and long brown boots that go up to just below my knees. My hair is down and long and I am wearing some natural make-up.
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I am also wearing a beautiful silver heart locket that Chase gave me for our most recent anniversary of nine. Whole. Months. Eeek!
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Once Bree and Tasha are ready, we say bye to the boys and skip happily out the door. Tasha drives us to the Mall and we have all sorts of fun there. We try on clothes, buy some clothes and try on and buy some make-up. We also order some smoothies. I order Blueberry-Pomegranate, Bree orders Strawberry-Banana, and Auntie Tasha orders Peach. "These are delicious," I coo, sipping on my smoothie. "I know," Bree agrees. "The best," Auntie Tasha adds. After the mall, we head to the kareoke place.
Bree and I belt out a song or two, and it takes some coaxing to get Auntie Tasha to sing, but she eventually gives in. After a whole night of fun, we come home and flop down on the couch, laughing and giggling obnoxiously. We are startled when we hear Uncle Donny's tired, angry voice, "What is so funny that you insist on awaking me on my beauty sleep?" He walks in wearing a nightgown and nightcap. At this, all three of us burst out laughing. Uncle Donny asks, in anger and confusion, "What's so funny!?"
