~Day 2• 71: I just don't know...

I don't know how that eyeliner pencil jumped into the sharpener. I don't know how it twisted and made those shavings. I don't know how that brown stuff got all over the counter or on the hair tie. I don't know how the tip broke. I don't know how the brown stuff got all down the one side of the lid. I just don't know. 

Oh... You figured out it was me? Yeah. I did that. I don't know why. I'm grounded from the iPad today? But mostly because you are upset that I lied to you? So next time I get into your makeup you won't be mad if I tell you about it? Ok... The rest of your makeup will be ruined tomorrow. You are welcome. 

Thank you. 

Love ,

Cailee. 

(If you need an explanation about what happened.... I'll tell you when I'm not so mad)

I  was hanging out at the stake family history center tonight. It was our ward's night to be there to help anyone who wanted to come in. One gentleman came in and was working on indexing names. He had some fun life stories to tell. I also found one person to do some deep research for. And I  found one lady named Nancy who did not have ANY predecessors. Her line was blank. I'm excited to research this line and find more ancestors. Family history is very fascinating.