The Short Story of Emma and Brandon...in Paper Doll Form.

These are what my sisters made for me while I was still at school. Too cute! I'm definitely going to have to print out pictures and send them to Elder Woodland. :)

This is mine and Brandon's first date. He came over to my house and we made pizza and watched the old Batman movies. It was really awkward...

This is me and Brandon at prom my senior year. :)

Brandon's a year ahead of me in school but this is me and him at my graduation last year.

This is me and Brandon now. I love his little tie and name tag. :)

Love/Hate Relationship...With the U.S. Postal Service.

I don't have a whole lot to say this time around.
I'm at home and it feels REALLY good to be home. Just kinda weird. Especially going back to work. That was SUPER funky yesterday.
I got to see Elder Woodland's family on Sunday! I missed them a lot so it was really great to see them. :)
Now, getting onto my love/hate relationship. This is what happened to the last letter I got from Brandon.

The letter and envelope were totally smooshed, ripped, and torn apart. The pictures were too :( They stuck it in a little bag with a rubber band and had a little note on the back. This was the funniest part of the thing on the back. They explained how mail no longer gets the "personal attention" it deserves and that it's processed by machines instead. RIGHT. Blame it all on the machines.

"We realize that this is of no consolation to you but do hope you understand our problem and will be patient with us. Yours very sincerely, U.S. Postal Service."

Not to mention, my grandma called me yesterday. Said they returned a letter I sent to Brandon in APRIL. They just returned it NOW. In JULY. Little late there, huh?

Thank you, U.S. Postal Service, for the sincere note and "apology". I hope to hear from you again, with a priceless letter, torn and smooshed!



Oh, sarcasm.