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and I'm sure he got rid of Alfrendo when I wasn't looking. I figured I'd confront Dad about kidnapping my doll when he got home, but at the moment I had bigger things to worry about. The first one was what I was gonna EAT. Over the past few days we've been running low on food, and if this snow doesn't melt quick, I don't know WHAT we're gonna do. Mom was supposed to go grocery shopping the day the blizzard hit, so we have less food than usual to begin with. She said we're gonna have to start "rationing" until she can go back out.

That could be a while, though. The snow is piled up three feet high against the front door, so we're basically trapped inside. And Rodrick is spoiling the food we DO have left. He drinks milk straight from the carton, so there's no way I'm gonna touch that now. I'm actually kind of mad at Dad, because if it wasn't

for him, we'd have all the milk we wanted. A few years ago I won a contest at the state fair where you had to guess how much a baby goat weighed, and the winner got to take it home. I guessed the weight right, but Dad wouldn't let me have the goat. And if we had that goat, I could have a glass of milk whenever I wanted. Mom found some burritos in the back of the freezer last night and made them for dinner, but they tasted funny, so I wouldn't eat them. Mom said I needed to eat SOMETHING, so I had ketchup as my main course. Manny didn't seem to mind the burritos, but he'll eat

just about ANYTHING as long as he's got his favorite condiment on it. When Sweetie lived with us, he used to chew on the furniture, so we sprayed it with this stuff called "Bitter Apple Spray" that dogs can't stand the taste of. But for whatever reason, Manny LOVES the taste of Bitter Apple Spray, and to this day he uses it on almost everything he eats. Speaking of Sweetie, I got so hungry today that I was seriously thinking about eating some of the dog

treats I found in the back of our pantry. But Mom told me they have different standards for making dog food than they do for people food, so that stopped me from eating any, at least for now. I can't believe I'm practically starving here while Sweetie is living the good life at Gramma's, enjoying her home-cooked meals. I only have myself to blame about the food situation,

though. We had a bunch of canned food until a week before Thanksgiving, but then I gave almost ALL of it to the Food Drive at school. I got rid of the things I don't like to eat, like yams and beets. But I'll bet whoever got our rejects is having a pretty good laugh about it right now. I was starting to wonder whether toothpaste had any nutritional value when I remembered I actually DID have something edible in my desk drawer. When Dad wouldn't let me take the goat home from