This is the plan, just for fun--at the end of every comment we both leave a random experience or detail from our lives. Since we are both each other's Stan (i.e biggest fan) and because I love your random thoughts, I believe it to be a good plan.
I already told you that the pictures made me cry. There is something so sweet about Mihai and knowing he is well and happy and loved and not as much of an orphan anymore is like a burst of joy in my heart. Visiting him must have really been like a miracle. Robby you really are amazing. When I look at your face in these pictures I can see How Deep Is Your Love. I can't wait until the video works better for me. And your Mihizzle collage is 733tastic.Good post, although I think you know I appreciate it more than most. And thanks for eating the justice so cheerfully today. :)
Once when I was 12 I had to take this horrible home economics type class and the teacher had really hairy arms. I won't reveal her name so as to save her further embarrassment should she be reading this, but she knows who she is. Anyway, we had to make these super lame drawstring bags during the sewing unit. We got to choose fabric. There was this really cool purple and blue square that wasn't large enough to make a bag, but I had the idea to make a gorgeous dress for my sister Natalie's American Girl doll. I kept asking Mrs. Hairyarms if I could have the fabric since it wasn't big enough to use for the project. She would say no that it wasn't fair and flex her horrible arms. I continued to covet the cloth. On the last day of class we had some dumb wordsearch and I ended up being the last student in the room. It was right before Christmas break. The teacher was on the other side of the room and I had the evil thought to snatch the fabric and take it home with me. I made it out to the hall when I felt a smothering sick sense of guilt come over me. I thought, I can't do this, this is not who I am! I felt physically nauseous. I ran back into the room, pulled the fabric out of my backpack and put it on the counter just as ScaryHairy turned around from the other side of the room. I told her I finished my wordsearch and scampered. The next day she came to me, smoothing out the fabric and said, You know, we're really never going to use this, and I remember you asking for it. Why don't you take it home as a Christmas present? I did and I sewed something for what was presumably the last time ever in my life, for my sister Natalie whom I now never speak to. Hit me back just to chat!
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This is the plan, just for fun--at the end of every comment we both leave a random experience or detail from our lives. Since we are both each other's Stan (i.e biggest fan) and because I love your random thoughts, I believe it to be a good plan.
I already told you that the pictures made me cry. There is something so sweet about Mihai and knowing he is well and happy and loved and not as much of an orphan anymore is like a burst of joy in my heart. Visiting him must have really been like a miracle. Robby you really are amazing. When I look at your face in these pictures I can see How Deep Is Your Love. I can't wait until the video works better for me. And your Mihizzle collage is 733tastic.Good post, although I think you know I appreciate it more than most. And thanks for eating the justice so cheerfully today. :)
Once when I was 12 I had to take this horrible home economics type class and the teacher had really hairy arms. I won't reveal her name so as to save her further embarrassment should she be reading this, but she knows who she is. Anyway, we had to make these super lame drawstring bags during the sewing unit. We got to choose fabric. There was this really cool purple and blue square that wasn't large enough to make a bag, but I had the idea to make a gorgeous dress for my sister Natalie's American Girl doll. I kept asking Mrs. Hairyarms if I could have the fabric since it wasn't big enough to use for the project. She would say no that it wasn't fair and flex her horrible arms. I continued to covet the cloth. On the last day of class we had some dumb wordsearch and I ended up being the last student in the room. It was right before Christmas break. The teacher was on the other side of the room and I had the evil thought to snatch the fabric and take it home with me. I made it out to the hall when I felt a smothering sick sense of guilt come over me. I thought, I can't do this, this is not who I am! I felt physically nauseous. I ran back into the room, pulled the fabric out of my backpack and put it on the counter just as ScaryHairy turned around from the other side of the room. I told her I finished my wordsearch and scampered. The next day she came to me, smoothing out the fabric and said, You know, we're really never going to use this, and I remember you asking for it. Why don't you take it home as a Christmas present? I did and I sewed something for what was presumably the last time ever in my life, for my sister Natalie whom I now never speak to. Hit me back just to chat!
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