Home is where the heart is.
Someone got Almost Twelve a tad bit earlier than I did*...

Second, we played it cool.
Third, we staged a cage fight.
Fourth, we figured it out. "Hey!" We said. "You're neat-o!" Because that is what Christians say when they get the strange, sudden desire to spend the rest of their days sharing bacon with strangers: neat-O!
Fifth, we bid our single days farewell.
Sixth, we apologized to our friends for getting all "Whoa, let's hold the camera out so that it looks like someone else took the picture!" on them. (Well, one of us did. The other one has clearly found some chocolate on her upper lip and is really going for it.)

Je t'aime, mon petit pomme de terre. Long may you live to run after the sausage.There's a saying oft repeated in the Old Testament, which I used to misread as something meted out as judgment: "The sin of the fathers shall be visited upon their children unto the third and fourth generation." How profoundly unfair, I would think.
34 days until I say goodbye to Boston
He wrote a song once about the good love, the good wine.
It's not every day that one finds similar political souls wandering the halls of evangelical Christianity. While not the most cogently stated or comprehensive argument I've read regarding this administration's actions, it gets to the heart of what's so troublesome about them. Check it out.
Jessica: Hey, remember how our tire fell off in the mountains on the road to Cyangugu Province?
Law school textbooks are ridiculously expensive; in protest of that fact, I refused to pay full price for anything I could find outside of the bookstore. My books would have cost me around $800, had I not been such a heroine for the cause; as it stands, I spent about $250 by purchasing books on Half.com and from 3L friends. Of course these books come in imperfect shape; and while dealing with someone else's underlining, highlighting, and book briefing is not as big of a deal to me as saving $600 dollars, it can make for some entertaining--and sometimes frustrating-- reading. One can learn a lot about a person through what they doodle in their books, the notes they leave to themselves, the Supreme Court justices they deface. Mostly what you learn from paging through these things, though, is that being in law school doesn't make you de facto intelligent. (Well, duh!)