Today is the first day back to my normal schedule, so I apologize for the lateness in this blog. Last week was Jon's spring break, the weekend before that I was in Dallas and had SO much fun! I got to meet several of you (YAY!!) and had an amazing time seeing old friends and making new ones.
I have a lot of extended family in Dallas, so I was able to catch up with them as well - it's so weird to see how much my cousins have grown up! Part of me hates it, but then again, there's lots of good things that come with getting older (like Jon), so I guess it's okay. :) I got to see one of my best friends since the seventh grade who lives in Dallas too - awesome! So, between the Christian Book Expo and the Cheesecake Factory, I had an amazing weekend!
Here's a few pics of me meeting some incredible girls at the Book Expo: :)
So, last night, after hiding it for more than a year, Jon finally discovered something pretty awful about me. I think he knew about it, he just didn't know the depth of it. And no, it's not some tattoo thing like the lady had on Three Musketeers. I'm going to confess it to you just because I've heard confession is good for the soul.
I HATE MICE.
And not just hate in a "Oh, I don't particularly like them" kind of a way. I hate them. I have panic attacks just thinking about mice. I could probably have made my living being a pole vaulter without the pole if someone just let a bunch of mice out behind me.
It happened because we were watching a show where someone rubbed their cheek with a mouse. DISGUSTING. Obviously, I flipped out.
I think Jon cried from laughing so hard last night. It started with him lightly touching my cheek with our fuzzy blanket so I'd begin shrieking and ended with him running his fingers up my arm like some horrendous creature.
Despite the gross factor, last night was fun and silly and relaxing and a perfect way to end spring break.