Good thing I had a spare.

There are few things I love more than coming home at night and getting ready for bed with my roommate Kristi. She's sort of like a pet, or a small child. She usually just follows me around the apartment telling me about her day and pointing out how long her arms are and informing me of her favorite desserts. Her favorite desserts are vanilla ice cream, pie and something else that I can't remember. After I told her that my favorite desserts are vanilla ice cream, brownies and popcorn, and after she gave me a lecture about how popcorn isn't a dessert, she told me, matter-of-factly that if we were a Venn diagram, vanilla ice cream would be in the middle.
That's not the story I wanted to tell.
Yesterday we were getting ready for bed when she told me that she had borrowed my sweater that day and that it looked really nice with the skirt she chose to match it with, but that she had sweat a little and tried to clean it but there were some stains in the pits, but she'd keep working on it.
We then went into the bathroom and I started brushing my teeth. Kristi started putting lotion on her face which was funny because she doesn't usually do that, so I figured it was just an excuse to stand in the bathroom with me. Probably about a minute after I started brushing Kristi sort of squealed/moaned (a noise she makes frequently when she's uncomfortable or concerned) and said, "I should tell you something but it's sort of terrible."
"Wew come on Kwisti, you can tew me" (that's my brushing my teeth voice).
"Ok, this morning I started brushing my teeth and I noticed it felt different....I looked down and realized I had grabbed your toothbrush...they're both green."
You may now picture me promptly dropping my toothbrush and all the contents of my mouth into the sink.
At least it only took her a minute of brushing to tell me that.

FINALLY!

Guys. This may be the best day of my life up to this point. Number one, I'm done with finals. Number two, which is actually more exciting and more important than number one, Chad is coming home!! Remember this big lug of a best friend? He gets in at 10:44 tonight and I'm losing it. 

Having missionaries come home is so bitter sweet, though, don't you think? It's like, I'm so so insanely happy he's going to be home and that we don't have to miss him anymore. But he just had the best two years of his life. I almost wish he could stay just because he was loving it so much. He was so good--such a good missionary. He put his whole heart and soul into it and gave everything he had to the people there. It has been such a blessing and privilege to see how he has grown and become an even more amazing person than he was before. I'm sure glad the Lord blesses us with the exact people that we need in our lives and I'm sure there are so many people that needed him in the Baltics and I know he served them wholeheartedly. Just look at how good he is.

But now I'm grateful he gets to come back because we need a little Chadly time, too.

12 hours and 16 minutes, peeps. Get ready, it's gonna be big.

On the 14th Day of Christmas...

I realized I suck at blogging. again. I tried to catch up on all the days but I just don't see it happening this week. But! Finals will be over on Friday and then I can just blog to my hearts content. Until then, I found this really sweet video that you should watch because it's just so cute. Isn't it funny how they're wearing scarves and sweaters? I hope they're not made out of wool...

2nd Day of Christmas

Get ready for the most enthralling post yet.... oh wait, nope. Not today.
Cleaning checks tomorrow--I smell like lysol and I have this song on replay.
I just barely saw Elf for the first time like a week ago. How did that happen?? It's so great.
It's date night with Andrew. Can I get a woot? Woot!
Peace out homies!

First Day of Christmas

Andrew took me to the Winter formal last night! It was a little bit like prom, only better cause I was with Andrew and we played Just Dance 2 and ate KFC.

 

You should probably find yourself a boy who will bring you a rose and dance around like a fool just so you don't look lame and look at you like this even though your face looks like that. Love, I tell you.