merrick is sleeping right now. which means I don't have to entertain him at all for now. =)
the other day I went down stairs (and it just happened to be that I was the last one down) and everyone looked at my pants. they weren't completely wild or crazy, they were jeans. I just made a funny look at them. finally, she was nice enough to tell me what they were looking at...how short my jeans had gotten on me. ok, they weren't that short, but they got shorter. And carina just had to measure me. first, she saw that I was about an inch taller than the refrigerator, so she measured the fridge. I know, thats kinda weird to do...but it works. so that morning we found out that I am 5'9"...scary.
today as I was leaving from Friday school she said that I should be a model for this place. I am not sure why she picked that exact spot, but hey, whatever.
I don't really feel like writing anymore.
Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me Hard, make me lose my (Hah Hah)