Here we go!

In 11 hours I will be drifting off to lala land. Dad says I'm going to go back to BYU in the fall and my gpa will plummet, because tomorrow...my wisdom teeth are coming out. I've only been stressing about this since I was 16. Guess it's time to get this over with. Thank goodness for modern medicine - I'll be drugged out before I even get to the oral surgeon's office. In fact, I'm starting taking valium tonight. I looked up the side effects...this could be interesting.

In other news, it seems like half my ward boys went into the MTC today. It's crazy how many of my friends are wearing "Elder" name tags. It's also weird to think that I've been on a date with a guy who is now on his mission. I'll never be able to look at missionaries the same again. They used to be these guys who only existed as elders, but now I realize that they weren't always missionaries. At least not full-time missionaries. Guess I better get to writin'. You know, I didn't think I was going to write that many missionaries. But the list keeps getting longer. I mean, you can't exactly tell a boy no when he tells you to write him the day before he leaves. The post office is gonna love me.

P.S., I need y'all to do me a favor. You see, the state of Louisiana is trying to cut the Early Steps program. This is the program that provides the therapy that babies like Sabra need.

Now, after looking at that sweet face how can you refuse to sign the petition? It takes 2 seconds. DO IT!