In his frenzy to destroy my filing system, Owen's pants ended up around his ankles. I rather thought he deserved it.
Sorry for the lack of posts lately. I've been consumed by reading the Twilight series. Yes, I'm a few years late and about two decades older than Stephenie Meyer's core readership, but I can't help it. I've fallen. I hereby declare this the year of my second adolescence. I rang in 2009 by catching mono - a very teenage thing to do. And now I find myself daydreaming about Edward Cullen. Next I think I'll head to the mall to wander aimlessly before buying friendship bracelets and some turquoise Chuck Taylor All-Stars. Anyone want to buy yellow ones so we can swap and wear one of each color on our feet? (C'mon... I'll give you the other half of my friendship bracelet.)