I was sitting on the couch, reading a book when I remembered that I hadn't shot myself today. So I did. I love you my hair ended up all swoopy like I was stuck in the 80's. I also loved how I was able to sneak in a picture of Chris, who hates me to take his picture. It's ok - I hate me to take my picture, too. How many more days do I need to do this? Is three more enough to show my posterity that I really did exist in their lives?
Love that boy.