P has no idea this post is “all about P,” so perhaps I should begin with a small note:

P-

This entire post is, well, all about you.

Love,

Brittny

PS- Don’t kill me.

Okay- moving on. I have three P related “things” I want to share today! The first is sort of serious, the second two are so freaking funny.

This first bit is my sister’s short entrance essay into one of the colleges where she’s applying. When I read it, I loved it (and it’s not just because she’s my sister either!), and I wanted to share.

Here it is, and by the way- I took out the school name. It just says “university” in place of what she really wrote. I’m the moron- not her.

I go to a school where my classrooms seem more like the United Nations, rather than a high school. When I walk down the corridors, my ears are bombarded with Urdu, Afrikaans, Arabic, French, and Hindi. I’m not sure if they are talking about the AP Biology test they just failed or what they had for dinner, but I don’t mind. I adore knowing that my hallways are crowded with people nothing like me; people who greet me with a kiss upon each cheek rather than a “What’s up?”, people who pray five times a day to a different God than I do, and people who sometimes wear strict traditional dress, rather than Abercrombie and Fitch. I am satisfied with the fact that “road tripping” isn’t an option for me, because I know that would just get me to the Iraqi border. My eyes have adjusted to minarets dotting the skyline. My body has grown accustomed to the 115 degree temperatures that plague this land for several months out of the year. My life has been dramatically altered while living in this Middle Eastern nation and I would not have had it any other way.

The aforementioned is my daily routine, but more recently, it has served as criteria for finding the perfect university for me. It is imperative that I spend the next four years of my life in a place of blending cultures. University is eye-catching; University radiates diversity. Thus stated, when the opportunity to become more well-rounded and cultured is given to me, I cannot ignore it. My desire to study at University is undeniable and I am assured that it would add to my global outlook. Additionally, University is the only institution I am applying to in the United States. I am aware that there are thousands of universities in the U.S., but I am assured that only University can fulfill my international prerequisites, and quench my passion and necessity for culture. The education and experiences I hope to gain at University will be brilliant, illustrious, and unmatched. I am ready to study at University’s own “Melting Pot”.

Aw, she’s so smart isn’t she? She gets it from her sister (Ha).

So, as much as I don’t want her to go away to college, I’m slowly easing into the idea!

So that’s that. I also have a couple more other P related things to share. She actually suggested I blog about this one, so I’m in the clear for telling you about this stuff.

A couple nights ago, P stayed the night in the hospital (nothing serious- the doctor sort of over reacted). Well coming out of the anesthesia she was incredibly loopy and giggly. This is the email she sent telling me about what happened after her scope. The words in parentheses are the English translations of the Arabic words. I don’t know how funny this stuff will be to you guys. It might be one of those “You had to be there” moments, but I sure thought it was hilarious.

OMG I was dying laughing..it was hilarious. it would have made you laugh.
I have a blog topic for you to do if you dont have any ideas:

HAHAHAHHAHA.

Apparently my sister caused quite a commotion with all her laughter. My mom said she was out of control.  I can’t even imagine. I wish I could have been there. I bet she was a hoot.

Okay, okay, last thing and I promise I’m done.

My parents and sister went to Oman last weekend for Eid (the ending celebration of Ramadan) and apparently my sister ate a whole lot and complained a lot about how bloated she felt. What do you guys think??

I told her it was just her imagination. She looks great, right?

Okay, enough silliness for one day. <3

I have to tell you about my almost breakdown last night.

I got totally parental on myself last night.

It finally hit me that my baby sister is graduating, leaving the country, and going to college in like 7 months.

Do you realize we’ve practically lived with each other or 10 minutes away from each other for almost 18 years!?

I was listening to “Mourining Morning” by Just Jack (<3)- mainly because my sister is my music supplier and told me to download it. Anyway, I totally almost lost it there (I'll post part of the lyrics at the end).

What are you doing to me woman!?!

So anyway, I finally realized that this is the last time we'll really be around each other like we are right now- and yes, I got all misty.

Mainly because I'm a nerd and stress about things so far in the future that God might not even be aware of them yet (just kidding, God!).

But that's a legit stress, right?

Definitely. It ranks right up there with world hunger and global warming I'm almost positive.

Anyway, that's today's story.

P-

I really want you to stay but I know you have to go, have to go again

“Mourning Morning”

~Just Jack

Love,

Britter

Dear P,

I know when you went to straighten your hair this morning you realized, “Hmm, this probably won’t work because the cord has been chewed in half by Brittny’s two little demonic furry balls of fury- little CUTE and CUDDLY demonic fury balls of fury.”

Yeah I bet you said cute and cuddly, right? Only I bet you inserted a lot of naughty words in the middle too.

Like the F-bomb, and the S-word, and all sorts of funny variations like “F-ing hell” and “bloody little S-words.” Ha, I bet you called Lucy the B-word big time.

Well, before you grab a sharp Number 2 pencil and pierce poor Boz’s hiney, let me assure you that I have already taken care of the problem.

Upon realizing the havoc they wreaked on your straightner, Boz and Lucy were promptly spat upon, insulted, hanged upside down, and sent to a remote forrest in the Phillipines, where all naughty cord-eating dogs live in exile.

The dogs you see right now are not Boz and Lucy but in fact Roz and Suzy, their understudies. Their stunt doubles, if you will. They are much cuter and better behaved than Boz and Lucy, as I’m sure you’ve already seen for yourself.

I truly apologize for the inconvenience Boz and Lucy have caused you and your hair. Thank God you had a back-up Chi to use. However, I understand after having a Ceramic Tech a Chi is no comparison. Fret not, I will be replacing the Tech with a shiny new one. Now that I don’t have to pay for dog food I can better utilize my money.

Although, are Boz and Lucy the only ones to blame here?

I say those crazy Brits are to blame too. They should have made their cords better and stronger. I mean, who doesn’t get tempted to chew on an electrical cord every now and then? Geez. Boz and Lucy were simply pointing out the fact that these straightener cords are just not up to the challenge of dog chewing. Perhaps they were doing you a favor? I mean, think about if YOU were the one gnawing on that cord, right? They took one for the team.

So in closing, I apologize for the inconvenience. I promise to replace your straightener, as well as keep Boz and Lucy in their Filipino confinement until further notice.

I love you and thank you for being so cool about everything.

Your Sister,

Britter

Can my posts get any more boring!?! I swear!

Just a couple more and I promise I’m done boring you with what I had for lunch and all I did from 11:30-2:34. Seriously, I hate writing update posts as much you probably hate reading them but I figure here in a few years I will look back and cherish these days with P.

So- having said that! Let’s update!

Hmm, where did I leave off anyway?

Ah- Saturday morning.

P and I went to PQ for a light lunch. I got the warm goat cheese salad (freaking amazing!) and she got a quinona salad. We split this delicious mozzarella sandwich. It was just perfect.

The only way to make it any better was to have dessert- so that’s exactly what we did.

We went to The Chocolate Bar.

Oh

My

Freaking

Gosh.

Amazing.

That’s really all I can say.

P got a mini cake with this delicious white chocolate frosting, and I got a banoffee. I think it’s a British dessert. Truly, this event deserves a post all by itself, but since I failed to take a picture of our food this will have to do.

Afterwards we decided to up and take a half hour drive to Gloria’s, this beautiful furniture gallery. It’s full of amazing Arabic and Indian wood work. They have these beautiful huge wooden doors converted into coffee tables, headboards, dining room tables… it’s just so beautiful. After gazing at a million things we can’t afford, we headed back to P’s. She was getting together with some of her school friends, so I headed home soon after dropping her off. So that pretty much concluded my weekend. I went to the gym that night, had cereal for dinner… you know, the usual single girl stuff. I had the greatest time with P. I think this time together will be something I’ll hold close to my heart forever.

I talked to Will for a few minutes last night but it wasn’t all that great because he was driving to Tulsa and not only did we have a bad connection, but his whole family was in the car listening to him talk which seems awkward to me. He said he’d call me tomorrow, so hopefully that will be a little better and I’ll feel like I can talk to him.

P starts school tomorrow- her senior year! I’m going over to the house tonight for one last hurrah- only it has to be over early since she has to get up in the morning. Oh well, I’m sure we’ll manage to have a few hours of fun. The dogs have loved it, they’ve gotten to play with Molly the last few days. They even had a slumber party last night! Apparently they wreaked havoc on the house, though. My pups are sort of naughty, you see. I think poor P got stuck on poop patrol. Poor soul.

There’s just not a lot of funny pithy things to share other than my continual updates of life as a “single” girl. I figure I’ll go back to my regular, non-life updated posting this week.

Hope you enjoyed having today off. Enjoy it for me while I’m stuck at work.

More to come.

Thank God for Labor Day, right!?

I’m off today and so happy.

As you can see from my Flickr photos, the shopping trip was a bust. Not only did I get a theft device thingy caught in ym hair, but I didn’t find any clothes. :( I was too late and they had a lot of fall stuff put out- which is hilarious considering it’s been 120 everyday this week.

We still had a great time.I really needed to get out and go shopping. By the way- that pirate shirt over there? Me and P both blurted somehting out the second I put it on, only she said, “That’s hot!” and I said, “That’s Hideous!” ha ha, gotta love opinions. It was the big theme at Topshop. They had them in every color imaginable. I didn’t buy one, don’t worry.

The night ended with us ordering fruit salads and halloumi cheese sandwiches from Casper & Gambinis (yum), and watching Children of Men- another totally “unchick flick” movie.

Then we ended up staying awake to watch horrible late night TV like “Yo Mamma” and some other stupid crap. It’s amazing what’s funny when you’re tired.

I heard from Will at 4 this morning, so that was nice. I don’t remember a lot of the conversation because I was sleeping but I remember something about a dog, the OU game today, and Mexican food.

Weird.

I was so happy to talk to him though.

Today we’re off for brunch and I’m not sure what else. I only wish I were off the whole week like Will.

Oh well.

Have a great day off! 

It’s bright and early here. P is still sleeping and I’m sitting on the edge of the bed praying this stupid internet connection will allow me to stay on for longer than four minutes. I haven’t been able to see my comments or go to your blogs, but I will soon.

The rest of yesterday turned out to be good. After Starbucks we went to the grocery store where P met up with us- with “purple hair” as she called it. She got the bottom dyed a brown, but as it turned out, it wasn’t exactly brown. I think it looks fine, but I know how it is to be starting school and wanting to look your best.

Anyway, after the hair trauma, we decided to stay in. P loves hummus but had never had a whole chickpea, so for dinner we opted for a big salad complete with whole chickpeas for extra fiber and protein. During dinner we opted to watch what every girl wants to watch on a girls weekend.

A big sappy chick flick, right?

Ha.

We watched The Shooter.

I guess we’re not all that conventional.

Afterwards, we decided a girl’s weekend wouldn’t be complete without a big bucket of ice cream (ha, yeah, because that will help me shed some pounds after yesterday’s weigh in!).

We scooped up the pups and drove to Baskin Robbins. When we got home we watched some CSI and totally embarrassed ourselves but eating almost half a quart of ice cream.

Each.

Afterwards we ended up bringing the laptop into the bedroom and putting my “Rain” playlist on loop so it actually seemed like we were sleeping right through the middle of a rain shower. It was so relaxing. I got a text from Will around 2 something saying he was in DFW.

Can I vent for a minute!?

thanks.

Why are guys so insensitive sometimes!?

The text wasn’t, “I’m in DFW. I love you!”

or, “I’m in DFW. Hope you’re doing okay.”

It was just, “I’m in DFW.”

I was so annoyed. Here I am back in Kuwait and already missing him like crazy, and get such an impersonal text message. Why can’t guys think like women every once in a while!? Life would be a lot easier sometimes.

So, here it is, Friday morning. I think P is going to take me shopping today. I’m looking forward to it. I’m in desperate need of new summer clothes and she’s just the girl to take me shopping. I swear, she’s the next Stacy London. I’m looking forward to getting out today. Plus, we’re off tomorrow for Labor Day too so that’s exciting!

Just felt like writing. Nothing exciting, just felt the need!

More to come…

***

Well, as I suspected my internet only held up for a few minutes and now I have to repost this! Me and P are off to the mall. I’m so excited, and at the same time I feel all silly because my little sister is telling the big sister what she needs to be wearing- shouldn’t it be the other way around!?! Seriously.

Have a great day and I’ll write soon! 

I’m sitting in Starbucks with my mom and dad while P gets her hair “Platinumized.”

This is my third time to go to Starbucks since last night at 11:00

And it’s not even 3:00 today.

I’m feel a little shaky right now.

Well, I saw Willy off last night which was a bit sad. After I gave him a big hug- (sans the kiss because of the crazy rules around here), we all went Starbucks- because, as you all know, there’s not much more that makes a girl feel better than an iced vanilla latte with 6 Sweet n Lows.

Oh- and a cannoli from Johnny Carinos.

P and I stayed up talking until about 12:30. It was nice to get to hang out and be with her.

Want to know a secret? I swear somtimes she’s the bigger sister. The girl is so travelled and wordly and interesting. I feel like a little kid sitting indian style on a round multi-colered carpet saying, “Tell me a story from you life!”

Anyway, I survived my first night and did okay. I practically suffocate poor Will at night, but I tried my hardest not to accidentally cuddle with P.

Ooh! Want to know a crazy side story?

When I was in high school I was on this youth trip and had to sleep with this adult sponor lady that came with us because we were all sharing hotels. Well, in the middle of the night I turned over and started spooning with her!

Oh my gosh- how freaking embarrassing. She totally freaked out. What can I say? I’m a nice girl.

Anyway, no accidental spooning incidents last night.

This morning I got up and my family all went to the beach club where they’re members. I used the gym facilities. It was weird working out with boys. I love my women’s gym because I feel like I “own it” when I’m working out. All the other ladies in there are pansies and I feel like I’m the only one that takes weight training seriously. Anyhow, I was proud of myself for “owning it” at the gym today, even with burly men around.

Okay, before I go on I have to ask you guys somehting. Why do we feel the need to tell the internet our ENTIRE business? I have no idea. It’s so strange.

Having said that, I weighed myself at the gym today and about died. I’ve never in my life been so heavy. I felt sick with myself. I know it’s just a number on the scale, and a lot of it is because of the muscle mass I’ve put on, but the number was staggering. I can still wear sizes that make me feel really good about myself, but seeing that number made my eyes pop out of my head. I guess what I really need to do is take a body fat test. I know I’ve gotten really solid over the past year, so I think that would put my mind at ease.

Anyway, after freaking out over the weigh-in, I nervously got into my swimming suit and went to the beach with P. We sat there for about 30 minutes but then I was miserable and sweating all over myself, so we agreed it was time to leave. It was 127 and not even 11:00! How freaking miserable. To beat the heat we went to Starbucks and got iced lattes.

Afterwards I went home, got cleaned up, and here I am, again, at Starbucks. When P gets done I’m not really sure what we’ll do. I desperately need to do shopping for summer clothes and all the malls are having incredible sales. My sister is also determined to take me out to eat at a place I normally wouldn’t go. Will and I are pretty boring and stick to Chilis, Hard Rock, etc. However, that’s mainly because he’s so picky. Tonight I’m up for something different.

I know this was probably boring to read, but I figured it would be good for me to chronicle this time without Will, and what better place to do that than my blog?

Ooh! Want to know something random that just triggered in my brain when I wrote “blog?”

I totally had a dream last night that someone I work with was reading my blog. I know of a couple people that do, but this was someone I didn’t know. How crazy I just now remembered that.

Anyway, today has been fun. I miss Will, but it’s nice to be able to spend time with my family too.

Will should be in the Big D tonight. He’s going to stay the night with his brother the vet, and his dad is going to meet them both down there. I hope he’s having a good time too. I’m sure he is. I’m off to check my email now. I’m hoping he was able to write while he was in Amsterdam. He “HAD” to check his fantasy football drafts, so I’m also hoping he was able to send me a hello as well.

So that’s about it. I hope you guys are doing well. I’ll be sure to keep my blog updated as I continue to bach it a while longer.

Have a good day, I wish you lots of smiles and Starbucks lattes.

<3

That’s right, girls, no boys allowed. Well- at least for a couple weeks.

I gave Will quite possibly the best Christmas present I could have ever come up with-

A trip home to see the Oklahoma Sooners play their season opener as well as the highly anticipated OU-Miami game.

The OU-Miami game is HUGE. I don’t know if they’ve ever come to Norman, and if they have- it’s been a long time since their last visit.

The idea of Will going home in September first came up a few months ago when he was talking about how bad he wanted to go to the OU-Miami game.

We were lying in bed and I sort of jokingly said, “Well- you could make that your Christmas present from me.”

I wasn’t exactly expecting him to jump out of bed and make travel arrangements- but, I should have known better. Will is not a fan. He’s a fan-ATIC. Or maybe a fan ADDICT. Yes, Will is an OU Addict.

So, here we are a few months later. Will is smiley and bright and shiny and I’m blah and dull and drab.

Alright, so I’m lying a little.

Will has been looking forward to not only the games, but also spending some time with his dad. He’s really excited about that too. I know how much this trip means to him, so I’m trying to be just as cheerful. It’s hard! Not only is he going to the states to have SO MUCH FUN, but we’re totally “breaking our streak” of not being apart for more than a few days.

Yeah- I’m a major loser. “Aw, poor Brittny won’t get to see her husband for a couple weeks.”

Yeah, yeah. Ann, you can’t scoff okay? I don’t know how you military wives do it!

So, no boy for a couple weeks.

Boz doesn’t count.

Thank God for sisters!

Although I’m feeling a little sad that I’m staying behind, my sister and I are going to “bach” it while Will is gone. It should be fun. This will be the last time me and P will be able to spend this much time alone before she goes off to college next year. I’m really looking forward to sharing the apartment with her for a while. Not only that, but it means I get to try new restaurants Will hates and go shopping for “I missed you and needed some comfort” clothes. Mrs. M- I’m taking my que from you.

I feel bad for saying this, but I’m sort of looking forward to this weekend with P. Does that make me a terrible wife!? I hope not. Heck, if that’s the case Will is a terrible husband because the guy is so excited about getting on that plane.

I don’t think that makes us bad spouses.

Right?

Anyway- I’m going to enjoy these next few days with Will, but also look forward to living with P for a little while.

I’ll keep you posted. I’m sure I’ll have lots of fun stuff to talk about!

My family is on vacation in Colorado.

The desolate part.

So desolate in fact that if they dropped a Green Beret out there and said, “Good luck Captian Killer. Here’s a knife and 3 ounces of water, don’t get lost!” he’d be in the fetal position 30 minutes later.

It’s depressingly desolate I tell you.

Anyway-

Apparently Z thought it would be sweet to surprise P in Colorado! Yes- meaning he flew all the way from England to Denver just for her.

Okay, let’s have a unanimous “Awwww.”

Okay, that’s enough.

So he randomly up and decides “ I know! I’ll secretly fly to Denver and surprise P! Screw planning and preparation! When you’re in love- everything takes care of itself!” He thought he would simply catch a cab and arrive a few minutes later at my grandparents house.

Okay, let’s have a unanimous laugh. “Hahahahaha.”

How cute.

Poor guy.

I got a text message from him on the way home this week saying he needed to get in contact with my sister.

I sent him a quick note back saying I was in the car and couldn’t get it right then.

I then got a message back informing me that he’s in Denver right now, can’t reach P, and isn’t really sure what to do.

I started totally freaking out! What!? Denver!? What the crap? That’s not England!

Poor guy! He was doing the sweetest thing in the world right now but couldn’t reach my sister- and was probably confused by all the Broncos “football” gear.

Thankfully I was able to reach my family. They were shocked by Z’s thoughtfulness and felt bad he had to hang around in the Denver airport sitting next to some weird bearded guy in a purple sweatshirt that was enamored by Z’s “Britishness” and kept asking, “G’day mate! Do ya want some shrimp on the barbie?”

To which Z replied,” You freaking idiot moron. I’m BRITISH.” <- all said in his awesome British accent of course.

Don’t worry, they picked him up yesterday.

He wasn’t too traumatized by us crazy Americans.

He still can’t figure out that football stuff though. Crazy soccer fanatic.

What an adventure.

Oh too be young and in love.

PS: Z, you’re the sweetest British guy I know. 

Crap.

That is what you’re being provided today.

I had this nice long post typed out. I left to go to a meeting and when I came back to post- my stupid session had timed out.

It was the best post I’ve ever written. Ever! It could never be recreated.

So now it’s just time to give you crap. Random crap at that. Let’s get started.

My mom, dad, and sister are enjoying a wonderful vacation back in the states right now.

My dad has his big high school reunion- where his old high school band is going to jam out to a few oldies! I so wish I could see this. My dad is a great drummer. I even bought him personalized drum sticks for father’s day that had his old band’s name on them. I don’t know if he’ll use them, though. He said he didn’t want to mess them up.

They’re also going to the Mall of A-freaking-merica! I’m so jealous. Not only that, but they’re also going to visit colleges for my baby sister P. Can you believe that!? She’s old enough to look for colleges now. I need cake.

No. I’m not bitter. Not bitter at all. Why would I be bitter about the fact that I’m stuck here in the Lake of Fire while my parents are living it up back home? That’s silly! Thankfully, my mounting Wal-Mart list is helping me sleep at night. It’s nice to have personal shoppers!

Oh- and they took Molly. Apparently they think that not only Will and I make sucky parents for a human child, but we’re so bad at parenting our own dogs that they wouldn’t leave theirs with us for a few measly weeks.

I swear I only lock them in the closet every other Sunday!

They said they like having her around and they didn’t want us to have our hands full. They’re lying guys, I know it. So, no Molly. Poor Boz and Lucy.

I think I’ll have to console myself with a piece of cake.

Speaking of! I’ve got a birthday boy in my house this week! Will is turning 27. I think we’re both more excited about the cake than the birthday. Then again, that’s pretty much life in general.

Will made me promise that since there are no parents in country we do whatever he wants. No obligatory dinners, no chores, no appointments- just fun. Or laziness. Whatever the case, I’m really looking forward to this weekend. Lord knows I need one after my sad night at the Steakhouse last week , and then the big double date the night after (that might need to be a seperate post). I need cake because of that too. I’ll be sure to take one for the team and consume an extra piece for all you lovelies out there.

Okay, since I’ve been droning on about cake (and every other boring facet in my life) I guess I should talk about the gym. I started a new program and I’m so excited about it! I was looking forward to it the whole way to the gym. I’m a creature of habit and if someone didn’t change something up for me every few months I’d still be stuck doing the same thing I did last year. I fear some of it is easier than what I was doing before, but hopefully I’m wrong. I worked my legs, triceps, and abs last night. My triceps are sore today, and I have a feeling my legs may be sore tomorrow, but I don’t think it will be too bad- I hope. If you’re interested let me know and I’ll post what I was doing before and what I’m doing now. It’s good stuff! It keeps all that cake from attaching itself to my entire body. Ha, the crowd rushes to request workout ideas...not!

What else?

Today Will ran into a soldier we went to church with a few years ago! What a small world, huh? I always wonder if we’ll see someone we know. I told Will he’d have to take the guy out to lunch one day. You know, to one of the many “fancy” restaurants we have on a military installation.

Want to know something weird? I think I’m afraid of my inbox. I would rather have a pile of work next to my inbox than to have it inside. I’m not quite sure why. All I know is that it makes me weirder than I thought. Seriously, I have two little piles going on right now and then a few things in my inbox- all which do not require my response or attention.

I did tell you this was crap, right?

On another random note, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking today. I really want to have a crown in Heaven. I know that might sound silly and rather ambitious, but the book I’m reading has been talking about it and it’s helped me to remember life is a lot longer than the 75 years on this Earth.  It makes wonder if I’ll have a crown to lay at God’s feet.

See, I have short-timers syndrome. I can barely look ahead to next week let alone eternity. As dumb as this sounds, I sometimes forget my life goes beyond this short time on earth. Sure, I know that, but I forget that my life is bigger than what I think it is. It’s not just about punching in for work, going to sleep, and doing it all over again. It’s about a whole lot more!

That’s been my deep thought for the day. Well, my deep thought tightly condensed for a post entitled “Crap.”

Other than my vacation jealousy, there’s just not a whole lot going on in my life right now other than work. No babies, no looming babies, no vacations, and no other exciting news of note. Because of that, I think I need some cake.

Back to freaking cake! Don’t you love how my post always circles back to food?!

Will requested a Baskin Robbins cake for his birthday this year. He did me proud. Last year it was browines. Brownies!?! Who wants brownies on their birthday!? Not only that- but brownies with no frosting!

I think he wanted to hurt me.

This year, however, he’s more than made up for it. We will be having a chocolate cake with World Class Chocolate ice cream and chocolate frosting. My teeth hurt just thinking about it. Don’t tell his trainer though, okay?

P promised me she would read my blog while she was away, so I told her I’d give her a shout out every now and then, so that is how I shall end this post.

Private to P: Miss P, I love you! I hope you’re having a good vacation. You better write me. If you don’t I will hunt you down and make you do something crazy- like a pizza roll commercial. Ahahaha.

Crap. I miss her.

I need some cake. : )