this is Logan, Juliann and myself on Juliann's birthday a few weeks ago.
this is Melissa, she is a mess! she got me fired last year and I still haven't thanked her enough. I also have neglected in tell her that I plan on keeping her child and raising her as my own.
this is me, Juliann and Logan, again. not an especially flattering picture of any of us but it was really early Christmas morning and we just got finished wrapping all of Logan's family' presents and we made a gingerbread house earlier in the day so we were pretty beat.
this is the (my) daughter I was telling you about Marissa. and no this isn't all we do at dance class, only a small portion of our time is spent doing non-sensical things similar to this.
this is us again on my 22nd birthday.
this is the gingerbread house I was refering to, it was surprising nasty
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Oh my! Lots of pictures. Your friends look like fine and it seems you have a great time together as you're always smiling.
I dig the gingerbread house. I would definitely have played with it before eating it though, perhaps I would have huffed and puffed to see if I could blow it down, or maybe see how long it'd float on a river of milk, or how long it could withstand advanced skittle bombardment.
Well the things about the gingerbread house is... well it was very poorly constructed. And when I say poorly constructed I mean FEMA houses are built better, we had to hold it together just to snap the picture...
We eventually took it outside to see just how far we could throw it. Which was hilarious.
Not not near as hilarious as Melissa last night, we were walking back to the parking garage and she scared the wits out of a man who was trying to open the door to the stairs at the same exact time she was. They both screamed like little girls.
I meant to say your friends look like FUN, not "like fine"... that was not a Freudian slip.
Melissa's story reminds me of what happened to me last night when I got home from work. It was 3am so I was pretty out of it, and after a few minutes of fumbling with my keys in the hotel room door I was starting to get a little impatient and jiggled the lock impatiently. Suddenly the door swings open and standing in front of me is a very small, very sleepy Filipino man, looking utterly bewildered and a little scared.
Of course I had the wrong hotel room.
EDIT: Just wanted to make clear that I didn't mean your friends aren't good looking, of course they are.
Wow, that's a pretty big hole your digging there Shobo.
Just kidding, we all knew what you meant.
Cute photos and fond memories, but why in the world you post the one of Christmas morning. What a mess, what time was it 6:30 or so...
Why not post that photo? I like it although I look like a mess.
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