Birthday parties are great. Except when you haven't slept in two days and you fall asleep in your cereal the next morning.
Happy Birthday Zoey.
There's a 3 day seminar going on, which brings a WHOLE LOT of people. Ahhh...the music is Great though. It's also convenient to have a GIGANTIC house where you can hide out in bathrooms to avoid socializing (I hope no here reads this and discovers my secret). Thweet.
I'm officially the most accident prone person in the world. While slicing lettuce I chopped off the tip of my left forefinger, piece of fingernail and all.
I'm trying to explain to this woman who speaks only spanish that it's NOT JUST A CUT and you can't "squeeze it together and put a butterfly on it". Gesturing to each other frantically while trying to make her understand in my limited spanish and keep from passing out. I've never felt so helpless.
I'm going to be moving back up to the states in the next couple of weeks. I'm not sure where yet. But keep me in your prayers as I uproot my weary little self yet again and trudge the lonesome and dusty paths. (sounds good, no?)
Oh yea, and if you'd like me to come stay with you...just let me know. That'd be grrreat.
ACK! I've been discovered and am now being forced to mingle.
*drops dramatically to the floor and plays dead*
BustER: Liz, you're not fooling anyone. Get downstairs.
BustEE: *tries to keep her eyes from twitching*
p.s. I feel I should stress again. PART OF MY FINGER IS MISSING! (well I know where it is, it's in the lettuce. hahaha) It feels wierd not having it. I'm very sad.