I'm not afraid of the facts. I love facts.

My favorite boy Matty came for a petite visit this weekend. We had an absolutely marvelous time. Or at least I did.

How Matty and I became besties is still somewhat of a mystery to me, but there are a million reasons that we have stayed friends. Those reasons include, but are not limited to, the following:

-He always smells really good

-He loves to shop and buys things like "Avatar" tee shirts.

-He makes me laugh.

-He likes the music that I love and lets me make him mixes.

-He is the perfect pupil. He now makes postcards and friendship bracelets. And he even wears the bracelet that I made for him.

-He is a talented thrift-er.

-He gives me cat things. Is "Dancing with Cats" now my favorite book? Yes. Yes it is.

-He allows me to tell really long, incredibly pointless stories. As well as drill him with useless facts.

-He sometimes goes by the name "Matty-cat".

What's not to love?