Florida = Frizzy Hair

Boca Raton is awesome.
Pass it on.

Remember that game?
The "Pass it On" game.
AKA. Telephone.
Ahhh, good times.

Anyways, guess who caught the bouquet at the wedding?
Yep, yours truly.
I was in serious SHOCK when it happened.
Seriously. I did not want the damn bouquet.
I was just there for moral support for my friends who did want it.
So, I'm standing there, la-di-da.
And I swear to you. If I hadn't put my hands up...
The damn bouquet would have hit me right on my head.
It was like it was meant for me.
So, I catch it. And immediately look over at Matt.
And he is giving me the look of death.
And so I try to hand it off to someone else.
And everyone just kept laughing at me.
I'm screaming "somebody take this!!"
And everyone is just laughing. And laughing.
Because they knew I didn't want it.
I swear I almost started crying.
It was a very stressful situation for me.
Most girls kill to catch the bouquet.
I just wanted to cry.
Yes, I'm not normal.
Meggers - Love you!

Anyways, I'm in Boca Raton.
I went to a real-life scrap store.
It felt so good to be in one after so long.
And now, I'm going to the beach.
Love it here. Like, really deep down, love it.
Palm trees make me feel comfortable.
And humidity makes my hair frizz.
Regardless, I'm happy. Bouquet and all.