"I'm not stressed; I was trying to escape the vice-like grip of Susannah...which is much like having a child awake."

Clarke: "Do chickens have nipples?"
Deborah: "I don't know; ask mom."
Richard: "How do you think they make pickled chicken nipples?"

Elizabeth, Deborah, and Aaron are reminiscing in the other room. Because I am 13 years younger than my oldest bro, Aaron, I don't remember most of the 'memories' (well, mostly because I was not yet born...so that makes sense.) Heck, I don't remember many things before 1990. It is times like these that it's weird to be the sixth child of seven. One day Aaron was playing songs he loved when he was younger and asking me if I knew them. After saying No about thirty times I proclaimed, "Come on; I WAS BORN IN THE MID-EIGHTIES!"


Well, living down here is fun. I miss my friends, but what can ya do? (uh, come visit me...hint, hint) I start moving my stuff into my house tomorrow. Wahoo. My parents are driving in tonight with most of my stuff. It'll be nice to have more than 3 shirts to pick from. (living out of a suitcase--always fun)