You're not allowed to go on vacation ever again. It's just too hard on those you leave behind. We're all missing you bad right now.
Heather saw a tranny walking down the street the other day and wanted to call you to talk about the tranny's weave-braid, but, alas... she had to call me. I tried my best to mimic your wonder and excitement, but I know it wasn't the same. Poor Heather...
Erica came into town last night. She asked about you like 5 separate times, hoping she had the dates for your trip mixed up and that you would somehow be here during her 4-day visit. She's very sad she won't get to see you.
I thought about you this morning as I dipped my teabag into my water. So many happy teabag memories. ((sigh))