Handwritten page of a diary dated May 29, 2017
… went to Frankenmuth with them in the first place because I wanted to see the “balloon glow,” which is supposed to be legend…ary — all those hot air balloons lit up after the sun goes down. But FAIL. It got rained out. So at breakfast, Grandma says she has a big surprise to make up for it. Except it turns out all she had planned was a trip to the giant Christmas store. I’m not even a big fan of Christmas when it’s December, but on Memorial Day weekend? DONE.
But I went along, like a good sport (partly because Dad took my cell phone away since I was texting too much, and I thought if I pretended to “be in the present” (his words) maybe he’d break down and give it back to me sooner.) Then Grandma says she’ll buy each of us our own ornament (whatevs). I looked all over that place and didn’t find anything epic. Then McKayla yells down from upstairs, says “Come up here, there’s a mermaid.” I said, “It’s not ‘The Little Mermaid’ is it?” (The Little Mermaid is … NO.). She says it’s not. So I drag myself all the way up there, and let’s just say, well, let’s just say I didn’t end up buying it.