if I go with you to church on Sunday, will you go with me on Friday night?

Dan has a blog now. Yay! Life is good! As an added bonus, he's kind of a kung fu master of best guess spelling.

Rebecca sent me a package of all the jewelry I kept borrowing from her for the past few years. She has (had) all these gaudy earrings and unlikely necklaces her mom gave her, which weren't really in keeping with her minimalist punk rock chic, and I appropriated them with abandon. I opened the box, saw them, and started sniffling. Every time I run across something with her handwriting, I get all teary-eyed. And I'm losing her to the mysterious land of Europe...