I think you're pretty.

I made some postcards this week.

I sat on the floor and made these while Tori sat at our desk and worked on her math. For seven hours. And we had the best time. So much laughter. Me at her doing her math. Her at my crazy sick behavior. And how seriously I take postcards.

Who would make up such a thing?

So today is Matty and Robb's birthday.

Robb at Deleta, plus some random boy in the back round

Matty at the senior all night party.

So this morning I texted Robb to wish him a happy birthday and we had this lovely conversation:

Me- So, Robb, rumor has it that today is your birthday...

Robb- That is an awful rumor. Who would make up such a thing?

Me- Well, if you insist on knowing...your brother. You know, your twin?

Robb- I am looking at him right now and he says it isn't his birthday either.

Me- Hmm, I am not entirely sure I believe you.

Robb- Okay. It's my birthday but I am not eighteen yet, not til 6:35 in the pm.

So anyway, happy (18th) birthday (at 6:32 and 6:35) Matty and Robb. They told me that they are three minutes apart so unless my math skills are seriously lacking, that should be more or less correct.