A little bit ago, after work, I stumbled out to my car to find it had been broken into with the intruder leaving a few things behind. A cut out, Starbursts, and more gas in my car. Sounds like a pretty sweet break in to me.
I also thought I would show how short my paper chain is getting. People keep saying that 37 days is so close, but I don't think they have been waiting for it like I have, or are as impatient as me. Things are coming along slowly. Soon I will be going to pick out flowers and my dress is on it's way to be finished. Now all I need is to get married.
{the cut out, the starburst wrappers are now spread across my room and car}
We finally broke the news to my parents that I actually don't need a passport. And when I say we, I mean me. This will be the first time that Station will see this and will be so bummed that I couldn't keep the joke going longer. But my mom was freakin'. She was making little folders for me so that I would remember. I think she was about to pretend that she was me and just do it herself.
