Michigan, here I come.

Tommorow, I fly to Michigan to see THAT GUY IN RED for Christmas break.

Back in the days when I was like 10 pounds lighter *insert funny face*, this self proclaimed hero tried to carry me home. And I know I look as though I was crying/constipated/going into labor...but I wasn't okay? I was hanging on for dear life.

But either because I was too heavy, or too wriggly, I was dumped. DUMPED, I tell you.

I think I found it funny.

David kor kor, tomorrow at the airport, you are banned from trying to sweep me off my feet. Because I won't be swept off my feet.

Tabby, go find some handcuffs just in case. Thanks.