Yesterday my uncle took me to the movies. It was a date. He's the greatest.
This is him:
Thanks John for our date!
In other news, there's been a huge build-up of static electricity in our apartment. Whenever we touch a doorknob {or a table, or a sink, or the cupboards, or the lightswitches} we get shocked. The kind of shock that looks like a flash of lightning right there on your hand. I even got shocked when I touched my bagel sandwich yesterday. Bagel sandwich, people! Overflowing with electrons!
This morning, Sam and I shocked each other on the lips when we kissed. Doesn't that just call for a million snarky remarks about how much electricity there is between us? The problem is now we both cringe when we go in for a kiss. It's highly romantic.
