PS. I Dance

You all thought you knew the real me...well kids, I hate to disappoint, but you ain't seen nothing yet. This is a little preview of my skills. I give you permission to be jealous.










And a little more of this...








And finally, I have officially come and and said it...this is my boyfriend. Girls keep your distance.

Ricky Has a Jar of "Munkiyunk"

My father and brother came up from Montana to deliver my brand new car - brand new meaning it's only about two years my younger. But my mantra being "a car's a car" I take what I can get.

So my brother is eight and he thinks that "poop" and "stupid head" are funny (and let's face it, they are). We've been up chatting, and the later it gets the funnier things are.

Ricky: If people were as small as ants they could fit inside my belly button...it would be verrry comfy.

We're all hopped up on diet pepsi, pistachios, and red vines (Ricky's ghost is being verrry generous).

Peace out fans
-L

PS. Ricky and I played giant chess and I totally dominated...that's right I can beat an eight year old.