Friday, March 23, 2007
they are after me. two young brothers. who would blame them of course. apparently i am highly attractive to the prebubescent arena. in the course of a week, brother number 1 confessed his love to me over a series of emails. he used poetry, imagery, and bribery to intice me. did i mention he just received his mission call? precious isn't it? in that same week, brother number 2 asked me out on a date. i am reading your mind right now. you are wondering if i wear make up, will i look too old? good question. and on this said date, should we take my car? teenage drivers are so temperamental and unpredictable. in other news, if you have ideas for killer missionary care packages, send them my way.