i sometimes forget how good it is to talk to my parents. yes they badger me and make fun of me and threaten to not let me through the front doors the next time i come home alone.. they aRe my parents afterall ^_< but somewhere intermixed among the silliness is love and good counsel and a commitment to support and pray for me. makes me feel nice and fuzzy inside = ]
i hope to be like them when i'm older and have stinky little kiddies someday..
unfortunately while i was in fresno, i got a message from one of the ladies who also lives upstairs... apparently i left for the weekend and locked my bunny out of my room.