fourth grade
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Pic of me and Andy in Mrs. Means 4th grade class.

Alright, you’ve convinced me. I don’t want to leave anyone in the lurch with nothing to read when they should be working (at Target HQ) or leave my (can’t think of a good adjective) family members to worry that I’m dead in a ditch somewhere in Tijuana.
I’m sitting on the couch eating black eyed peas with garlic and I just (against my morals-ethical and fashion) bought a pair of UGG boots off the internet.

I can’t believe you guys read this stuff.

My mom is settled into her cute little furnished place, and we’re living in a place that is not to be disclosed to the general public because of the internet spiders that will come and track us down. But I’ll give you a hint. We are living somewhere in San Diego with this person and really enjoying “this person’s” company and hospitality. Even though this morning I was weird and snappy because I didn’t eat and did kick boxing and made myself sick.

sorry.

I’ve taken some aspirin. I’m going to finish my dinner and then chat with “this person” who just walked in the door with shopping bags.

The “other person” that I also live with and happen to be married to is at Radio Shack buying parts so he can build this a “thing” for the super secret gambling project that he’s working on.