I know this email is coming a tad later today, and that is due to the fact that I have been puking my guts out sincethis morning. It has been pretty rough, I'd give you more details but they aren't super pleasant.
This past week has been filled with so much stuff. Last P-Day I met a crazy guy at Fred Meyer while trying to buy groceries who was telling me about how he can talk to animals and he cooked breakfast for a group of deer once. He also said that one time in the woods he had a swarm of bees come and make a beard on his face. I asked him what he did for a living and he said he was a mushroom picker, things started to make more sense then.
*In the voice of Ron Weasley* Happy Christmas, everyone.
Mi amor por ustedes es mas grande de la luna.
Con Mucho Amor,