capsule, people in the future would get some really cool stuff when they opened the box. Rowley told me it wasn't fair, because I wasn't putting any of MY Christmas presents in the time capsule. So I had to explain to him that the people in the future would think we were really lame if they opened the box and it was filled with clothes and books.
[Image: Two boys in a room.]
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Then I told Rowley I'd throw in three dollars of my OWN money to prove I was making sacrifices, too. That seemed to be enough to convince him to fork over one of his new video games and a couple of other things.
I actually had a secret plan that I wasn't letting Rowley in on. I knew that putting the cash in the time capsule was a smart move, because that money is gonna be worth a LOT more than $3.00 in the future.
So hopefully whoever finds the time capsule will travel back in time and reward me for making them rich.
[Image:
An Indian giving a bag of money to a boy.
] The caption reads: "
FOR YOU, KIND SIR!"
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I wrote a little note and put it in the box just to make sure the person who finds it knows exactly who to thank.
[Image: A notice.] The caption reads: "To whom it may concern:
The cash is from Greg Heffly 12 Surrey Street"
Me and Rowley found a shoe box and put all of our stuff in it. Then we sealed it up with some masking tape.
I wrote a little note on the outside of the box to make sure it didn't get opened too soon.
[Image: A box with a warning not to be opened.] The caption reads: "Time Capsule
Do not open until time travel is possible."
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After that, we put it in the hole we dug yesterday and buried it as best we could.
I kind of wish Rowley had put some more effort into digging the hole, because our time capsule wasn't really buried all the way. Hopefully nobody will mess with it, because it needs to stay there for at least a few hundred years.
[Image: a boy is patting the sand as the other stands near with a shovel.] The caption reads: "PAT PAT"
Monday
Well, my week got off to a rough start. When I got out of bed, Mom's bathrobe wasn't where it usually is, hanging on my doorknob.
I asked Mom if she took the robe back, but she said she didn't. So I have a feeling Dad had something to do with it.
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A couple of days ago, I figured out a way to combine the bathrobe experience and the heating vent experience, and I don't think Dad really approved of my idea.
[Image: A boy opens the door to find another singing in his gown.] The caption reads: "AAAAAAAAHHHH!
FWOOSH"
I figure he either hid the robe or got rid of it. Now that I think of it, Dad made a run to the Goodwill bin last night after dinner, so that's probably not a good sign.
Anyway, if Dad DID get rid of the robe, it wouldn't be the first time he's thrown out someone's personal property. You know how Manny has been trying to quit using his pacifier?
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Yesterday morning Dad got rid of every single one of Manny's binkies.
Well, Manny totally freaked out. The only way Mom could get him to calm down was to dig out his old blanket, this thing he calls "Tingy."
Tingy started off as a blue blanket that Mom knitted for Manny's first birthday, and it was love at first sight.
[Image: A lady is showing something to the little baby.]
Manny carried that thing around with him everywhere he went. He wouldn't even let Mom take it away from him so she could WASH it.
It started falling apart, and by the time Manny was two, his blanket was basically a couple of pieces of yarn held together by raisins and boogers.
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I think that's when Manny started calling his blanket "Tingy."
[Image: cartoon of two snakes.]
For the past couple of days, Manny's been dragging Tingy around the house just like he did when he was a baby, and I've been trying to stay out of his way as much as possible.
[Image: A boy sitting on a sofa looking at the younger one.]
Wednesday
I'm getting really tired of walking to school every day, so this morning I asked Mom if she would drive
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