So JV and Sarah are coming to visit tomorrow, and my place is spic n span waiting for them, and my babies get their tonsils out tomorrow, I have special hugs waiting for them. Without further adieu my 4 AM rant.

We come to you live with crusties still in my eyes. International text messaging is pretty weird. Text messaging in general, which is still fairly new is pretty interesting if you think about it. Its like practical email. I mean, when you get an email, you usually get mostly junk and you have to go check it just to know you got some. With a text its instant and your phone is usually on you and bam! Your in and communicating. The text conversations are really something I love and hate. Especially the romantic ones. I actually had a relationship start from texting and because I had a keyboard on my phone I could do it easily and at anytime. I don’t know how I used to do it on my normal phone with the numbers. The text breakup has made ending a relationship that much more a slap in the face.

I’ll probably read this in the morning and wonder what I was on but before I go I have a special message to a special person who will probably be the only person to understand this.

The good ole days are right around the corner, times that feel long past about to be relived. Text. Not a prediction but a promise.

Hi-Five, Dueces, and Good Morning