f is for fire.

on friday, we turned the clocks ahead in the office, convinced everyone that their phones were wrong, and left an hour early for the landing where the water tasted much better than the beer.

saturday: give life, give blood. on the way, i saw some speeding jerk hit a baby deer running across the road. i called the missouri conservation department but they couldn't really understand me-i was crying too much.

saturday night: my parents started arguing in front of me and now they won't stop. i don't know how to tell them that it sucks.

on sunday, i laid out too long, burnt a little, pretended to be very girly, and then dropped the girls for the boys. we built six- and eight-pipe sets for fireworks, golfed on the wii, and made awful strawberry milkshakes. top that, fake-finger-nail-girly-movie-sangria-shoppers.

by the way,
i dropped a pint without a blink.
and the baby deer was adorable, tiny, and all in one piece-just terrified after its near-death experience.

AND I AM GOING TO DALLAS FOR THE 4TH OF JULY!
i'm sorry we're all growing up.