Tonight is the long awaited girl scout sleep-out. We're all gonna (Me, the thirteen girl scouts, the three leaders and Teddy the teddy bear) sleepover at the Brimfield catholic church in the hall. I'm bringing everything I own except for one of my most prized and broken possession: my MP3 player. No electronic laptops, music players, video games, password diary's, I-dogs, or blogs so I'll tell you how it went tomorrow instead of at three am. It's going to be fun, but I have another topic today so listen up. Tonight's Irish night at our church. My dad and my Uncle Chuck are playing the music. My dad's on guitar, banjo, mandolin. Uncle Chuck's on guitar. Unfortunately, it's the same time as the sleep out, so I won't be making it. Sorry you can't really know how that ends, sadly. Oh well, I won't even know how it begins! Well, at least you got a head start. And, by the way, does anyone read this blog? I've posted now multiple posts and no one has commented. Have I been demoted? (Isn't that a fun word to say? Demoted? It's new) If no one is posting, who's reading it? If no one reads it, you won't know what's going on in my life. And this is as much publicity as I get, people! Well, wish me a fun time tonight!