We are staying with my mom and dad for a few days. I decided to make this a memorable trip for all of us by setting the fire alarm off at 3:30 am on our first night here. Now in general I would say it is not good manners for a house guest to set off any kind of alarm at any time of the day or night, but keep in mind that my parent's house is still not fully repaired from their recent house fire. I can only imagine their terror when the alarm started blaring! My mom assures me that she didn't wake up under the impression that the house was actually on fire. I guess the alarm in the basement had been chirping for a few days, so they weren't totally confused when they found me frozen in my spot, having tried to silence the alarm and only succeeded in triggering a full system test. Who wants to invite me over next?
Dylan made me these hearts as an anniversary gift. Sweet, huh? Ten years ago I was newly graduated from college, in love and ready to get married! Well, technically I was freaking out about getting married, which probably made Ken feel super good. Most of you know this story and the rest of you probably don't care, but it's my blog, so ppppthhhht! Ken lived across the street from me during our last year of college (but curiously, we were 24 and 25. Oh, how I love BYU). He and his room mate spent many evenings, and when I say evenings I really mean late at night, in my living room talking to my room mates, Laura and Cheryl (hi guys!). I would emerge from my basement lair, tell them to pipe down and then retreat for my beauty sleep and morning classes. Ken would hang out then go home, watch a movie, go jogging at 3 am and then sleep until noon. Somewhere in there I assume he also studied a bit but maybe not. He probably just showed up and dazzled his professors with his ...
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I just love that you are willing to come back, after spending all those days in the "haunted house"! ;)