An old woman stopped so I could cross the street in front of her yesterday. Unfortunately, the cars coming the other way did NOT stop, so I couldn't walk. All the sudden, she freaked out at me (arms flailing, eyes rolling, the whole works; albeit silently through the car window) and sped off. This is my public apology to you, Old Woman: I'm ever so sorry that I did not take advantage of your good deed by allowing myself to be plowed over by a Miami University-owned van. Next time I'll try not to be so ungrateful.
Did I mention that I am going to Arizona next week? I am. With these lovely people:
Mike happens to be only halfway in this picture because he is going with us only in spirit. That is to say, he chose a Glee Club event over a relaxing week in the Southwest. I don't get it either.
Speaking of that picture, it was taken at a fabulous party Uptown last night that involved me wearing a toga, concluding a week during which my brothers and I had to submit ourselves to multiple instances of public humiliation brought on by our new little brothers who remained nameless to us until last night. I have two littles, and they are awesome and I love them. Ironically, they are taller than I am. But you know, who isn't?
Christina and I just compared gossiping to doing drugs. Parents, rest assured, gossip is the only drug I do. And with that, I'm pretty sure this post is over.
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