Well it happened. We officially held and survived a 'The end of the world' party. Okay... it wasn't really 'the end of the world' but merely my big sisters birthday party.
(merely, what a weird word)
She's celebrating by renting a beach house in SoCal and sitting her bum on the beach for a week. Lucky! But she squeezed in a quick jaunt down to Westover Manor for some grub and presents.
She got a BIG floppy hat, perfect for beach bumming, and a new set of sheets.
New set of sheets?
Really?
I know... a little boring, but necessary. Her last set of sheets had a little disagreement with the washing machine and the machine won. Keep that one in your back pocket... don't get into fights with machine machines. They play dirty. (hah!)
Happy Wednesday David!
