"If you should die before me, ask if you can bring a friend."

It's nothing you can ever plan for. Actually nothing in life you can plan for. Then you sit and question how stuff happened, and what if it didn't happen and what will end up happening. You can't plan anything, but if you're as cool as I am you can make a pretty acurate guess. Sometimes your just handed an open afternoon/night with your best friend that turns into one of the most relationship-strengthening times ever. Hannah and I did random stuff on the computer, followed up by a trip for breadsticks...ya know, since we're breadstick whores. I'll never be able to look at fat breadsticks with out thinking I should save them for last. Scratch that...any breadstick makes me think of that crazy kid. Any who, after our breadstick run we returned to my house where my dad was gone. It was probally 7 or so. We honestly sat on the couch faceing each other (yes that's two words) and talking for about 5 hours. Amazing. So much bonding. Was there any conversation we didn't cover? At a few points we were cracking up and crying at the same time.

So many questions in life that will never be answered. So many that I wouldn't want answered. I'd rather see where the road takes me, and hope that it's with the same people that make me as happy as I am now. Drinking wine on the couch and yelling at the toddlers would be some of the most fun times...but nothing compared to nowadays.