Message In A Bottle

In case you hadn't heard I am a guitar hero. If only playing guitar for real could be this easy.

Last Thanksgiving Morgan was saying she wanted to get her bike fixed for Christmas. I asked why she didn't want to wait until her birthday since winter was coming. She said, In case there is an unusually warm February day. I never really understood or thought that would happen until now. I should have taken my bike out, but now it's too late and it won't stop snowing.

I think I've decided on becoming a cake decorator. Although I am warned that cake decorators get carpal tunnel, knitting probably doesn't help either. Sadly I forgot my camera that has the picture of the cake I made today.

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Comments

Anonymous said…

where did you get that outfit? i want some new funky outfits.

7:57 PM, February 24, 2007

Anonymous said…

That's funny that brittany mentioned your outfit too...ha,ha. It is pretty neat. You are so cool learning to play the guitar and all. You've become a whole new person since you moved to MN. I hope to see you soon!!!

8:52 AM, February 25, 2007

Anonymous said…

are you too funny and COOL

10:05 PM, February 26, 2007

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