Heather, Lyndsay and I had tag days for NHS at eight o' clock this morning, and damn. It was sooooo cold. My toes only recently unthawed.
Melanie brought us hot cocoa while we were out there, and stood out there with us for the last half hour asking for money, which was really nice.
Us: "Would you like to donate to the Dondero NHS?"
Melanie: "Give us money!!"
It was really nice though. We went to National afterwards, however a certain someone wasn't working. ;)
Lately I've been seeing a lot of those weird middle-aged men, probably in their late forties to early fifties, who walk around in brown leather jackets and wear huge, really dark sunglasses. Those are the type of mean who usually drive way old, boxy-style Mustang cars. That are really loud. And when you drive by them they always have to pass you.
I think my uncle is one of them.
Oh man, this is boring even me. I'll write more when I'm not as tired.