I know it's hard to believe, Journal, but it looks like love can start to bloom even in a place like this! I'll be back, Journal. For now, I just want to think about Mac. 

But she seemd really happy now and I got to see that beautiful smile again. 

We hugged and it felt so good to be close to somebody in this place. I had been feeling so alone, ever since my parents died. And I think Mac had been alone too, for far too long. 

I still couldn't help what I was doing when I leaned over, held her shoulders and kissed her lightly on the lips. I have always been into girls, but I wasn't sure if Macadamia was, too. At least not until that moment. Then I was sure that she liked at least one girl--me. 

It seemed to make her really happy. It was like her aura started shining a little brighter. 

Then, I told Macadamia how much I liked her smile. I couldn't help myself; it just came out. 

Macadamia and I had a good laugh about Coco's propensity for burning food. 

Whew, she finally remembered the TV Dinner. Either that or she likes burnt, black food. I wouldn't be surprised. 

No, Coco, don't look for food in the fridge! You already put a TV Dinner in the microwave! 

Yay, Coco is finally watching some Yummy Channel! And Macadamia is standing around in her underwear, as usual. She does that a lot. She said she's practicing to be a store mannequin one day, like in the movie. Okay, Macadamia, you do that. 

Mr. P. isn't too hard to look at, is he? 

Everyone here seems to like me, which is good. I don't even want to imagine a bunch of "Nutts" angry at you! 

Ah, that's more like the Coco we all know and are aftraid of. 

I can't believe Coco would bathe in such a dirty tub! She must be more concerned with getting her body clean than the tub, which is probably hard to do in a dirty tub, but you can't argue with any of the "Nutts"! 

I try to get her to go to a bed, but she says that the dirt floor feels warm, like sugar. I can't argue with that. 

People are waking up, but Hazel is too sleepy to even start getting to one and passes out on the floor! (Or should I say the ground?) 

Hazel has really tired herself out, painting, and wandering around the house, looking under beds for her kids and husband. 

We eat breakfast together and I find myself actually having a really good time with this strange, kooky girl. 

Macadamia is sitting at the table, smiling at me, and waiting for me to bring over the toaster pastries I just cooked. She has a really pretty smile, I notice. 

Well, I'm ready to get up and make breakfast now, so Saul-Ted finally is able to take my bed to sleep in. 

And Hazel is hungry, so she runs over to the easel, which we have taken Coco's finished painting off of and moved to the hallway, and paints. Makes perfect sense. 

Mr. P. is forced to strip to his undies in front of the girls, since they don't seem ready to leave the room yet, and he is REALLY tired. At least Macadamia had the decency to turn her back. Which is odd, considering that she's in her undies, too. 

Captain Hickory finally gets a bed. He's stinky, but getting a bed is more imporatant right now. 

Well, Hazel and Macadamia have gotten enough sleep for now, I guess, and just in time, too, since Captain Hickory is getting really tired, too. Now if Macadamia and the alien guest would only take their "girl talk" into the other room . . .  

So he goes outside to hang out with Saul-Ted while he stargazed. (Poor Mr. P. got beaten to that, too!)