My night started at three, when mom told me that I was to start getting ready. I was sitting in our living room in my pj's and my Northern Arizona University sweatshirt on, sporting crumbs and remnants of the cupcakes I had gotten at Ragan's the night before. Cupcakes are great for breakfast.
So, at 4:10 we were picked up for dinner by Grandma and Grandpa. I had fought with Gretchen half shaved my legs and taken so long to find an outfit that I didn't want to go.
Yet, there I was sitting in the back of Grandma and Grandpa's car last night typing away on my new iphone this post channeling my inner teenage angst.