10-9-8...

Daddy and I ate pizza on the floor of our living room tonight. Our furniture is on its way to our new apartment. Daddy says we don't need a big house anymore since we'll hardly ever be home. Of course, we have ten more days until we leave for Liberia, so I don't know what we'll do until then. Here's my suggestion:

Day 10 pizza (done)
Day 9 pizza
Day 8 pizza
Day 7 KFC
Day 6 pizza
Day 5 pizza
Day 4 pizza
Day 3 Taco Bell
Day 2 pizza
Day 1 Grandma's house
Day 0 airplane food

Once we get home from Liberia we'll be eating stuffed-crust pizza with extra cheese because we'll be R-I-C-H. Daddy's going to do accounting or something boring like that; but I'm going on a ... treasure hunt.

I can't tell you any more. If I did, I'd have to kill you.