Hey guys!
This week has been lovely so far involving some FC slumber party action at the Harber/Miozza room, a birthday party, Wall-E, Meet the Robinsons, falling asleep, Kung Fu Panda, Jeopardy, fish-sitting (that are still alive!), best friends, Moe's, laughing, preparing for Thanksgiving, etc.
Here's the problem. I've been getting lots. And lots. And lots. of texts. Like...Way more than I used to. I don't know how everyone knows I have unlimited texting, but I do - however, I don't, because Dad and Mom only want me to use 400 or less. Last month I used about 1000, and this month I'm way over 400 already, and I have hardly texted since about 2 weeks ago. THIS MEANS that I need you to stop texting me. Don't get me wrong, I love getting texts. They tend to make me very happy. But this month me getting texts=death, and the loss of quite a bit of money, so please hold off on texting me until at least next month and please cut down on it then. I'm really, really bad at not answering texts, so when you text me, I'll be incredibly tempted to text you back, thus using double the texts and getting in double trouble.
ANYWAYS, please don't text me until further notice. Thanks. :) I love you and your texts. Just not my going over the parental limits issue.
Anyways, HAPPY THANKSGIVING. Don't forget to make every day Thanksgiving day (how many blogs have you read that on in the last two days?) And no I haven't seen Twilight yet. Soon and very soon, hopefully.
Have a lovely weekend and hide your phone and turn it off - like me!
-Emma
"Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments, love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come,
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom:
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved. "
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