"Hey!" shouted Jon, "I wrapped this present really good!" He was in the closet with gifts, paper, scissors and tape. Several minutes later, he threw out a lumpy package onto the bed, on which was the suitcase I was packing, "That one didn't turn out so good." He sounded disappointed. Luckily, the third present was a success, as he soon showed me. I was legitimately impressed.
This was Sunday night. I left Monday to drive (all by myself!) to Charleston, then Virginia (17 hours). As I drove, I listened to a mystery on tape, the sample XM comedy channel and my mother, who called often to make sure I was safe and warn me about inclement weather. I am now in Virginia, at my parent's. Despite some close calls (one isn't used to being cut off, when one has lived for so long in Pensacola...), I arrived safely.
I have no pictures as proof, so I leave this post pictureless. Sad.
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3 comments:
girl! that is a LONG drive, especially by yourself! what are you doing out there alone?!
So close to me!!!!! I cannot wait to catch up for real, although splitting time between Amanda and Ash talking can be difficult.
happy birthday in Virginia! It's your birthday here already :) yay!
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