stakes

Today mom has to make like 3 billion deviled eggs, and tons of chicken salad. It was supposed to be my job, but I have to (ahem) study for the ACT :P
The food is for this 4-H dinner thing we're having tomorrow. It's at this one place (see just how much I know about it), and all of us 4-Hers have to serve.

Dad said that if I got a score higher than Clinton's on the ACT, he's gonna give me $100. Pressure, pressure, pressure.