Court,
I'm rereading match for the hell of it. The girls are doing their.. uh dance, where I am right now.
Clear enough to say, I am way to distracted to really write much here. I hung out with Hope from down the lane quite a bit, blew some bubbles, and managed to unpack about one of my boxes. I'm starting to get pretty tired due to being up at 7 after staying up until 3. And now having a proper bed, I'm quite knackered, and would very much prefer to just read some more and fall asleep. So there you are.
I look forward to your condiment punishment. You have one week and a day (you get an extra one because of your birthday).
Jess
PS: I will likely be sending off your present tomorrow, and USPS promises 2-3 day shipping if you use their flat rate boxes. No opening until your birthday!
PPS: I want to be Mrs. Nerimon, so we can build a little house with a lawn, and watch our love go on and on and on and Nerimon...
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