For you shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace:
the mountains and the hills shall sing praises before you,
and all the trees of the country shall clap their hands.
|I can't believe we let Liz leave for Montana without this helpful website:|
Fix that. Now.
I will send you a check for all my crucifixes. Crucifixi? I don't know how to make that into its plural form. Weird.
I miss you. Last night, I couldn't sleep, and so did a mental walk through of your house to see what I wanted to take with me. It made me horribly sad. And hungry for your fajitas. But I did think of two other things. No, three. And I bet they're all sold. Bitch.
1. Your books
2. That framed cross thingie with the weirdo greek on it. It's in a in your kitchen or hallway.
3. Your that you gave me a copy of. That way, I'll have yours, and when you get your own house, I can mail it back to you, and we'll both have the same picture in our houses. This is important.
5-10. Maryjohn, Benjamin, Logan, Simon and Dominic. That way, all my kids will have their best friends there, and I'll have my godsons.
6. Ben's Dark Tower game. Just kidding!
Ok, that's a bit more than 3. or 4. I can't count.