JPG

3/6/08
He was driving me to the dentists in the morning, after I had a day of bad toothaches yesterday. We got there and the dentist told me I had a really bad infection. He proceeded to clean the infection and make me all better. While my dad and I were exiting via staircase, I fell. It turns out I missed the last two steps, causing me to slip, and roll my ankle when I fell onto it. When we got home, my dad ate and got ready to go to work. He left and I was alone for a couple of hours. Then when I was standing in the kitchen I heard this loud rumbling noise. I looked outside the window and from behind the bushes surrouding the side of our house I saw my dad running to the door. The loud noise was coming from his truck(he drives tanker type trucks, luckily at first sight he doesnt appear to look like a trucker). I opened the door before he could and he asked me for his cell phone. I handed it to him and then he quickly ran back to his truck. He drove his huge truck through our quiet neighborhood to get back to work.


That was my day. I think the whole driving of the gigantic truck was the funniest part, besides me falling down.