So, do you guys remember when I bravely boarded the flying death machine and went to Portland? Had a great but WAY stressssfullllll time? Got off the possibly shooting through the sky on fire "airplane" because I was all freaked out & then went to claim my stuff? And then they told me DUH, yer stuffs still goin ta Salt Lake withoutcha hun? Member? And then I had to call Jeff & tell him to come & pick me back up from the airport? Oh- and stop by the store & pick me up some car seats. And diapers. And clothes. And toothbrushes. And toothpaste. And do you think your mom will care if we stay another couple of days? Remember?
I'm glad I'm on medication now. And cut off all that hair.
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