Ways to Save For Hot Water

I should really be sketching, or finishing an algebra worksheet, or reading Chapter 17 in the history textbook, but I thought, "Why not write to the wonderful Abby via our fabulous blog?" So I am.

I get to go to Memaw's tomorrow! I just remembered and it made be quite excited. We will be spending the entire weekend together again. And then once more next weekend. You will tire of me soon, and I won't be too hurt, unless it is a permanent tiring of. I am also wearing the greatest Valentine's gift in the entire world around my neck so that I can get a reaction from Eileen. I am really excited to see her face at this. I hope you are doing something with Stephanie, dear...

I like things that make me think. Or things that make me realize something, or remember something, or like something. It's nice.

One day, I will say something to you slightly commandish without realizing it (I know I can be somewhat bossy), and you will just say, "No." And I'll be all, "What?", genuinely confused, and you will say, "No. You're wrong," and I won't even be mad that you criticized me/called me wrong because I will be so overjoyed that you finally stood up for yourself. The day you yell at me will be somewhat sad, but momentous.

Ah, yes, camping and riding bikes. Greatest Spring Break Camping Trip Ever While Other People Are In Florida/School/California/Europe? I think so.

At this point, I am excited for the future, which is new, because I have been dreading it for a while. I think as long as I don't have to make any official decisions, I'm good. When time comes to decide, however, I will be a hot mess. Or, as things have been going, a rather cold one. I need socks.

Tuesday. Invisible Children Meeting Tuesday. Which is good because I don't have to run Tuesday. I know you will act like this is just a coincidence when really you have memorized my running schedule and had to make sure I would be there. It's okay. Act all you want. I know the truth.

When are you supposed to hear from the IMA? Sara Swan was talking about it today, and she asked when, and I said that I didn't know. That makes it sound like I did, but I kept it confidential. I really just didn't know, actually.

I'll let you talk to my mom if you really want to, Abby. And I've always like station wagons for some reason. I like Rebekah's mom's car. It seems like fun.

Why wouldn't you admit that you've memorized my taste in food? It's alright, I know you love me mucho.

They hopped onto the lovely blue tandem bicycle and pedaled down the busy road with the Ticketmaster on the front seat. After swerving sharply several times to avoid hitting several vehicles/children, the Ragpicker shouted, "You aren't much better at riding a bicycle than you are at driving that car!" The Ticketmaster turned to scowl jokingly. She realized that this was not such a great idea after her pedal skimmed a nearby tree, and she shifted once more in her seat.

Alison is here, and I should go bond with them before I leave again. Not that they thoroughly enjoy my company, but it is nice to think they do.

Hahahahaha.