Jason is in New York. And I am sad and lonely. It's 11:15 pm, and I don't want to go to bed. I don't sleep well when he's gone...not at all. All of my brothers, my dad, a couple uncles, and their boys are all in New York for 4 days. Am I jealous? Of course. But it will be fun for Jason, he's never really been anywhere. Especially anywhere as busy as NYC. He sounded kinda overwhelmed when he first called me. The first thing he said was how disgusting the Subway smelled. I laughed. I'm sure he'll be experiencing all sorts of new/different/disgusting smells while he's there, and maybe even some good ones...like the hot dogs and pretzels in Yankee Stadium....mmmm.
So anyway, I guess I'll go to bed now. I tossed and turned till midnight last night, because I had left my dryer going, and kept hearing things clinking and clanking around. Not smart. So....no dryer, I'm really tired, I should be good. Only 2 more nights to go!
I miss this guy!!!!
