LAME

Every time I open an email from Joe- I think "Lame"(thanks for the great new word Steph!). Either he's not getting my emails or doesn't want to respond to my question about a $75.00 sweater. I'm asking other things as well -millions of them- like will you be getting off the boat in time to see my banners or do I need to spot light them? I mean I need to know these types of things! Mostly I want to know about the $75.00 sweater. I need to know if it's lined with gold? Or doubles as a recliner? Or can also be used as a space mobile? It can't just be a sweater if it was $75.00 These are important questions I have.

... Then I try to remember that Stephanie keeps asking about a $2200.00 charge that when looked up says it came from a "floor covering" store. We've decided that we are giving Jimmy the benefit of the doubt and that he didn't really spend $2200 on rugs. Still- I feel slightly better...(Sorry Steph- I love you and Jimmy!)

After I think his email is lame- I re-read it and think he might off himself before they get home. He sounds miserable. He's worried about ORSE. Annoyed with basically everyone. Exhausted. Ready to be home... I won't go on and on and on...but.. Yeah. Totally ready to hang himself in the bathroom.

My current thought is I should have laid low on the cliff bars and packed him some scuba gear. I could have hidden it in SOME locker - right? Then he could scuba home. Wouldn't be the same Home Coming-but at this point... I don't care.

Time has basically stopped. But it's not going slow enough that I'll ever get everything done before Home Coming. It's a weird slowness.

xoxo
:)Samantha