Friday, January 21, 2011
Dear Husband, last month while watching me struggle to make your peanut butter & jelly sandwich you grabbed the jar and said "grape jelly? rookie mistake. you need jam." I scoffed but a month later, the jam has made ALL the difference. Dear Bronson Hospital, Can you please get your stuff together and get my husband a legitimate job offer so we can make a decision...we are now at t-minus 6 days until we are homeless. Dear Online Classes, I really hate you. I am not learning anything and my "professor" can't even speak English. In other words, SUCK IT. Dear Husband, lately in the mornings you have had me run my hand all over your face before you will get up...any other time if I started touching your face you would freak out so I think this is completely weird.
We are taking some photos for the new blog, celebrating my birthday (part1) and packing, packing, packing! What are you doing?