Thursday, 8:05 a.m.   Traumatization So my watch said "7:12" today when I looked out the window and Taylor's car was in the driveway. I had just gotten upstairs from feeding the kitties and cleaning their litter boxese. I love my kitties. Anyway, I ran and opened the door for him and ran back and washed my hands and got my stuff and we went to Aaron's house. We talked about missions and how they're sent based on your intelligence level, not how much money you give the LDS church. Because I was wrong. Okay. Also that he wasn't going to go on one because he didn't feel like wasting two years of his life to teach things he didn't believe. I agree completely. Anyway, then we got to Aaron's house. We walked in, blah blah blah, Aaron wasn't ready so we were heading downstairs and I turned around when I was on the stairs and Aaron was standing at the top with his hands on his hips..in a shirt and his boxers. I started laughing so hard. It was terribly difficult to get to the bottom, because I was doubled over, laughing. And then we went and got Albertsons Brand soda. Hehe. Dr. Bold. But I drank it too fast and now I'm burping a lot. Aah, my day is made. Yay!