This weekend really was great. Sunday the Mullen clan cooked giant veggie bags and grilled and made appetizers and ate in the blustery weather; it was amazing. I love.
Birmingham was wonderful. My friends are wonderful. My tire blew out as I was approaching Britni's house; thankfully it was not on the highway. The night was wonderful; I talked to Tyler a lot, which made me happy, because I adore him. We played Catch Phrase, which was most fun when it was only Thomas and me. We certainly drank a good bit. We sat by the lake. I visited with Grammar, who I love more now than ever. (That reminds me... I would really like a picture with her soon. Please?) The next morning I watched Pete and Pete, and you wouldn't expect a day to get better after that, but it most certainly did. I saw Marie Antoinette with Lance and Tyler. I had a delicious home-cooked meal courtesy of Britni and Mark. I did not spend as much time with Jennifer as I would have liked, but we shall make it up next weekend.
Bo is safe. Bo is healing. He came home Friday morning; apparently, Lindsey called and told me this, but I have only the vaguest recollection of our conversation, and I was still asleep (and likely still intoxicated, as I'd gone to bed at 6 and she called at 7). So I found this out Saturday night after I returned from the Tomlinson's, while talking to Matt. Bo had surgery today, and everything went well. Hurray!
I hope I will find more posts like this one day when I re-read all my old journal entries.
I hope you all know how happy I am just to be.
Please, remember me, happily, by the rosebush laughing.
- Grace
- Florence, Alabama, United States
- Dancing in both directions at once so everyone won't notice that she's never heard this song before.
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What did you think of Marie Antoinette? I loved it.
Sure does sound like a great weekend.
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