Just got off the phone with my little sister...I just knew it was her calling! It goes with out saying, but I miss her. Her phone call made my day....my week. But here is something that she really didn't need to share with me:
Kels: I ate blood sausage.
Amy: No! Traitor! What exactly is that?
Kels: Exactly what it sounds like.
What is happening? This isn't supposed to go this way. No, not her....WE ARE PICKY!
When we sent her off to Spain, I really didn't think she'd change this much. You call this culture? This I am not proud of!
But Kels...who cut it for you? :)