Dear Diary,

Momma just informed me there is no basement in my house. 

Even worse – I have yet to see a puff ball anywhere.  I’m officially convinced that all of my beloved puff balls were sold on the black market.

My life is over.  I’m going to die – right after I finish taking a bath and investigating the empty boxes in the kitchen.  As soon as I’m finished I will die.  I can already see the light – oh wait – that’s the light in the bathroom.  Guess I should investigate that too.