I heart you; let me count the ways.
1) You always call me on my shit.
2) You complain about not being mentioned in my blog.
3) You could care less that I could have gotten some from (possibly) my future husband.
4) You are Miss Amanda, soon to be Mrs. Amanda.
And I didn't get very many good pictures from the weekend. Honestly, you saw them on my facebook. Seriously lame.
2 comments:
ummmmm wait a second, you got some from Mr. Amanda? Where was I? Wowza, I am so super bummed I am just now reading this, will you write a poem next? An Ode to Amanda, perhaps.
Love you sister. Just three short weeks until we can laugh and play again.
wait again, did I read that wrong? Are you in the market to marry Darin? I think not.
I think, perhaps, I am a bit confused.
And I do always call you on your shit, I am a good friend.
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