heya,
Sheesh I would be lower than low if I did that. I think the law should extend that whole "what's mine is yours" to email stuff. Gee willakers. You can most certainly read my messages etc anytime you like, unless you sense it's about a surprise for you or something. If ever a situation arrives, save this email, and you can present it in a court of law: I hereby give you permission and access to my facebook, email, social networking, etc. :-) haha, per the undersigned,
If only my signature were actually that good.
It was freezing today. Windy and lots of snow. Tomorrow looks promising with a high of 0 degrees, and 70 percent chance of precipitation. Brrrrrr.
It's kind of neat that we're both skiing, but I wish we could be doing it together.
I really liked your email. :-) Also, I was actually kind of scared that you actually sent me a picture of yourself. I was thinking you didn't really seem like the type to do that, but maybe I was wrong. And then I thought, shoot I left my laptop upstairs, what if my dad opens it and looks at my email and he really did send one? hahah so I was pretty relieved when I saw the message :-).
we might have to stop by and get a bottle of wine or some forties on the way back from the airport, so I can get in the right state and convince you to tell me what your mum said :) :)
I really really liked Country Throwdown, too. It's funny cause I don't remember a ton of our conversation, but I do remember laying on the sleeping bag, and you told me you had something to tell me, and said something like, "I did hook up with her last night," and I actually had no idea whether you meant Lindsey or Jill or how you defined hooking up, so I just responded that was fine, and I remember you asking wasn't I mad, and I said I wasn't, that I figured that camping was probably just a hook up anyhow, but really I was mad, I just wasn't going to admit it, haha (kind of like when you said your radiator broke). I'm glad it turned out you did want us to be more than a one time deal. :-) I'm not telling you this story to make you feel bad or anything, I just wanted you to know that I was actually mad, and I did actually want it to be me, not her.
And then of course I told Jenna the wrong thing. But it made me so happy when she yelled at me and told me not to bullshit her, that you really liked me and we had a good thing going.
It's funny, I felt so comfortable with you, coming up and sitting behind you, napping on the sleeping bag, little kisses, it just felt really right. Usually I'm more reserved, but still now, just like then, I just want to kiss you all the time. and sometimes now when we're in public and I'm just saying goodbye for like an hour or part of a day, I don't know what to do--kiss you or not-- but most of the time you can tell (I think) when I pause awkwardly, and I think it's so sweet, you'll lean in and give me a nice little smooch, or a hand squeeze and a great smile.
I'm sorry you felt like a troublemaker before :-/ but I'm glad that was a really happy day for you, too. I was definitely pleasantly surprised. :-)
In the words of montgomery gentry, I love wakin with my head on your shoulder. It's my favorite pillow.
ok bunches, I'll talk to you later, and I'll see you for real so soon.
licks and love,
aisle of ewe,
rachel
