December 18th, 2006

Domestic slave

Nothing to say

I had alot to say about the weekend, but now tht I'm a position to talk about it, I find that I really have nothing to say. Which is sorta depressing.
There were many baths taken with vanilla bath salts. I always appreciate a good bath salt.
I almost left my keys in KY. Dad had to rush them to us. Hoppie picked them up at security and made the plane with like 1.5 minutes to spare. It was the right thing to do, though. He runs faster than me, and I can hold planes better than him. At least, so's our theory.

Oh yeah, and have a not entirely sucky Channukah, if you're so inclined.