Despite my inherent behavior and rather dotty way of going about things, I'm not five. Nor am I inattentive.
I'm tired and frustrated.
Oddly, the last couple of days have lead me to speaking with people whom I haven't been in touch with for simply ages. Strange, but nice in most respects. And I CANNOT WAIT until Jes gets to Chicago. Two weeks! Only!
Dear Girls,
I miss you and wish you would visit me. If any (or all) of you make it happen I promise to give you the best time of your lives. Custom made adventure a la beccabecca.
Much Love,
becs