Clary thinks I'm a miracle? Ya, right. If I was a helpful miracle then my mom was the nicest person on earth and didn't punish me at all for anything ever. In other words, never going to, ever has happened; ever. Anyway, we were just sitting down to eat when Samson decided it was time to go outside to either play or do his buisness. Apparently it was a play and buisness morning. First he grabbed his toy and wrestled, then he peed, then he played tug of war with me, and finally he pooed. After all that he went onto the porch and plopped down for a nap. I hooked him to a long leash tied to a stake so he could wander, then I went inside where I found Simon halfway through a huge stack of pancakes and everyone else waiting for me and talking. I stacked three pancakes on my plate then joined my mom and Clary talking about ... well I'm not quite sure. It sounded like a deep conversation about the idea of Larry, One Direction's Harry and Louis getting together. Mom thought it was ridiculous because Louis had a girlfriend and Clary was completely possitive that it was going to happen. At this point Clary tried to pull me into into the discussion but, other than some well kept secrets, I wasn't all that interested in 1D. After I finished my pancakes, in like two seconds, Clary and I went to my room to discuss what we wanted to do. We decided to have one fo our lazy days, where we basically just watched T.V., played with Sammy, and did crafts. This happened all weekend. At least until I got the craziest surprise ever...
