On the 9th day of Christmas...

On the 9th day of Christmas my true love gave to me...

So today during church I thought of a really good memory but then I went to write this and completely forgot. I asked my sisters to see if they had any good ideas or if they could maybe trigger what I was thinking about that. I still can't think of the one that I wanted to write about but oh well. Maybe I will remember it for tomorrow.

The rule of the house is that no one is allowed downstairs until permission is granted. When we were younger we used to wake up and just sit at the top of the stairs until our parents woke up. Then Mom and Dad would go downstairs and just chill and set up the cam-recorder and pretty much just taunt us until they said we could come down :) We still have that rule, just minus the cam-recorder part.