I really wanted to write you a limerick but I can't think of anything that rhymes with Megan except for Reagan. So I'll just write you a letter.
Thanks for inviting me to your kick-a Madonna Glee party. It was so fun that I have to post a picture of the refreshment table. Something that I really didn't want to do because I hate it when other people post pictures of their spectacular parties that I wasn't invited to.
Check out the Kabbalah bracelets, cone-boob cupcakes, and anabolic steroid strawberries. If I would have known that she was going to go all out, I would have taken the theme seriously and dressed up like a fake-Britt and brought Jonah (my younger inferior boyfriend.)
But I really really want to thank you for sending me THIS (top baby names of 2009 in Idaho) again.
To my other good friend Megan, thanks a lot for telling the world (via comment on this blog) about the numerous times I peed my pants in high school. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black. Who was it that peed her pants senior year on that double date? While wearing white shorts? On a hike?