Today I had a very good day, the mail man brought me a gift. After opening this gift I was in a very very good mood. I walked right into a little conflict going on in my house. I started talking and I was smiling the whole time, then I would stop smiling, then my smile came back. Then I was chill, then I was beaming, then I started giggling. Then I tried to say something oh so very deep, but I started smiling all over again. My sister was fed up with this-she snapped a bit at me and said:
*glare* “Grace, you are in too much of a happy mood to talk.”
