Dear friends,

Today might be my last day of existence as I have the headache the size of a semi. I have advised both my mother and Kaleb to bring over a gun small enough for me to be to pull the trigger, but powerful enough to put me out of my misery. While I doubt my mother will follow through since she seems pretty fond of me, Kaleb does love guns. Hopefully, his love for guns will surpass his love for his very much alive girlfriend and I will be relieved of this migraine (and every other pesky little thing that comes with living... like having a fix a broken bed or clean the bathroom) come this afternoon.

In other news, HAPPY BIRTHDAY NICOLE. Words can not express how much I love and adore you. I am so thankful for your friendship and can not wait to adequately celebrate your birthday with you. You are fantastic and fabulous. Everyone loves you.

Sincerely,
Leslie Ann Davis
5/24/1985 - 10/22/2008

May I just say, that I am turning in to a domestic champion?

Not only has my room been clean for the past 3 weeks (gasp), but I also made Kaleb a very intricate dinner, if I do say so myself. While the fact that you are reading this indicates that you are fairly familiar with me and the following admission, let me just state that my cooking skills/ambition have always been... stunted. My mother thought a home cooked meal consisted of (a)taco bell or (b) noodles with tuna and cream of mushroom soup (stirred, ofcourse). This is a victory, yall. A VICTORY. I really enjoy cooking for Kaleb. How 19th century of me. BUT I also like being an independent, hard working, ball-busting, professional woman. (PS I love my new job. Love love love. The girls are fantastic because He provides)

I am pretty confident that Kaleb is one of the most predominate signs God has ever given me that he loves me.

Enough of that. Back to work.