Adorable

You think flat-faced cats aren't cute? Well then.

BTW, if anyone know the name for the breed of this cat, or if it's even real, please let me know. That would be appreciated. Not that Sam would ever let me get a cat anyway.

Not Really

Re-breaking in my sandals. ouch.

Slowly but surely, the earth is blooming and ruffling its feathers. Warming up. Waking up.

Elder Hill's favorite season is spring. Because he's spending two years in Fiji (and other various areas in the South Pacific), it's hot all year. That sounds nice (and I bet it is) but I know I would miss all the seasons. Yes... even blasted winter.

I haven't heard from Elder Hill in three weeks! And there was no email this week. I have no idea why. But his birthday is coming up soon, and I need to mail something for him. It will arrive late, but we're used to this delay. To communication in sl...ow...mo...tion...

I'm going to be nostalgic, mmmkay?

So Elder Hill's turning 20. I was thinking what a nice age 20 is. It's comfortable. I can't go to bars, but I don't really drink anyway.

What? I "don't really drink"? I don't drink AT ALL! I'm Mormon!

One time, someone asked Paul if he drank. He said, "not really." Later he regretting saying that, but we laughed about that a lot anyway.

In other news:

Somewhere between studying verb conjugations and twittering, my hot pink knock-off sharpie marker got on my monitor. Soy triste.

-Megan

Notas

Before cell phones and texting, we wrote notes.

I found a landslide of old notes from junior high and yes, even high school. Written in class and passed in between them, these handwritten messages were nothing short of epic. They are recapitulations of my crushes, my best friends' crushes, and the intricacies of young teenage life.

These not only contain the long obsolete gossip of our young love lives, but our masterpieces, pencil drawings instead of picture mail.

Text messages are automatically deleted to make room for more in coming 160-character stories, but these notes never die.

Good thing we used clever aliases and wrote in intricate codes.

But not always. Sometimes they were simple.

Ah, the back of my drawers is walking through memory lane.

-Megan