I suck at blogging. I pretty much suck at keeping in touch with people. I'm sorry friends. I love you lots and lots. I just don't think about writing.

My favorite cut his wrist at the soccer game sunday. He fell on a broken bottle while fooling around on the sidelines. (too much trash in this country) It scared me to death. (Not that it's about me.) He almost lost movement in two of his fingers, but they fixed them. He's home now. I got to see him smile tonight, and that made everything better.

I miss you all so much.