Weekend

This weekend my friend Faith came over because her parents were out of town. On Thursday we did homework and then we went and babysat. Babysitting was kind of hard because one is epileptic so he acts like a one year old in a three year old body. The other is lactose intolerant and the youngest is about one. Then on Friday we went to school and came home and did a lot of errands. We went to HyVee twice and two different gas stations. After that we got ready for a bonfire for small group. At first only a few people were there then more people came and we played ghost in the graveyard. We watched Sidney White and went to bed. On Saturday we got an old car from my grandparents garage. It was my dads car when he was younger. We used the tractor to pull it over and washed it. It is a Cadillac. On Sunday we went to church and I was in a skit. Then we went home and ate lunch and washed the boat. After that we went to my youth group and Faith left. Why do weekends always seem to go so fast?