I propose we make the week 8 days and drop one work day...

Alex and Danielle are having parties without me. I wish that there were more days in the week and more hours in the day, however I have a feeling that even if there were I wouldn't have any more free time. Oh how I love them, and oh how I miss them.

Also, I don't care how brown-yellow or dead it is, I FREAKING LOVE THE GRASS. Hallelujah! No more snow. Everyone pray for it. No more snow. This week I must pick a location for the reception. If anyone has ideas PLEASE don't hesitate to share. I'm going to check out Lomond View Gardens after Weber State releases me from it's wretched grasp. I'm on a rampage. I feel like my mind is run run run nonstop until it hits the pillow, after which my dreams are assaulted by plans and camps and pictures and cakes and food and dresses and decorations and flowers and fruit and the like. Its rather exhausting really, but I wouldn't change it for the world. I need a spa day. Anybody got an extra $100.00 they need to find something to do with??