I like starting my letter like that. It sounds very upbeat. Felicity hasn't written me for a while. I have a feeling that she has kind of given up on my sanity. Oh well, whatever. I've been working at the food stand and arguing about Mr. Wickon about law and punishment. We got fined $100 yesterday because Autumn (my dog) took Mrs. Wickon's dirty laundry and dressed all the barn animals in them, and then he was in town square without a leash. Mr. Wickon was all determined to have Autumn go to jail, but what is the point of sending an animal behind bars?! They're used to that. It wouldn't teach them anything. So instead we had to pay two separate fines, and my mom had to pick a chore. She got to clean out the Windmills' chimney. Fun stuff. She was there all day and then went straight out to the river with three bars of soap and she's STILL out there. Haha, I guess I would be too, in that position.
Do you remember what chores you submitted for the jail box? I think ours were to clean out the barn and make heavy cream. Those are our worst ones, anyway.
How are the remedy packets for the General Store coming? They might come in handy next time you fall down and pass out and Governor Merriman has to figure out how to cure you by digging up Mrs. W's rose bush and then wiggling out of punishment. How's your head?