(on Monday)
At first, we thought the black liquid was oil, that we'd struck it rich and that we'd be able to retire and live in leisure. We actually started writing down all the ways we'd spend the money.
My first choice was to buy the biggest swimming pool in the world and fill it with all the ice cream a person could eat. Jamie said that was stupid -- swimming in ice cream would give you frostbite. You'd have to go with pudding, or maybe peanut butter.
It's not like his list was any better. He just wanted to go to Disneyland every day for a year. Isn't there a limit to how often you could go before you'd get bored??
Jenny said we were both idiots. She wouldn't share her list, but I'm sure it was full of grown-up wishes -- world peace and 401Ks and all that. Jenny was always pretending she was better than us.
I still thought the ice cream pool was a pretty cool idea. I bet Jenny did, too.
But then the rock I was sitting on blinked. And the ground began to move, and I remember thinking that maybe we hadn't struck oil after all.
