Pretty Princess

Dear Everyone,

I have a lot to say these days--you know, loads of stories and whatnot-- so naturally I've been dealing with all this organically occuring blog-fodder by writing nothing as energetically as possible.

it's been going really well for me.

but now I'd like to get back to telling you stuff. most especially about my elbows.

This weekend we went to Rexburg, Idaho for a wedding, and the first night in the hotel I tossed and turned and sighed and grumbled and could not get comfortable. The next morning I woke up with my elbows all red and raw and sore from (get this!) rubbing the sheets.

That's right, everybody. The low-thread count sheets hurt my elbows.
because I am delicate.
I am a Fragile Flower.
I am practically the Princess and the Pea, because, let's face it, it was probably a wrinkle in the bedskirt under the mattress keeping me up all night in the first place, I AM SO VERY SENSITIVE.

and someone should buy me a crown.

(ha! just kidding! what would I do with a crown? buy me some earrings, instead.)


IN OTHER NEWS:

we're having a girl.