Go Spartans!

I was going to post about how my whole house is covered in vomit, and how I have quite literally had vomit from head to toe the last few days, and complain about the four loads of vomited on clothes and blankets I have washed, and ask why it is that when someone gets the flu their symptoms always manifest between 1 and 4 a.m......BUT all my complaining has been trumped!!!

It dawned on me late last night that no one had checked the mail. Since it is such a snowy mess outside, I tied a rope to my front door so I'd be sure to find my way back, and hiked out into the blizzard searching for my mailbox.

There it was, a package...the return address said "Forks, Washington."

Yes, this picture is exactly what you think it is. Let me tell you a little story. I have this cousin named Aaron. He has this hilarious wife named Lorren. They live in Mexico (yes, they are drug lords) with their two beautiful girls. Recently, Lorren has become a fan of Twilight, which makes me an even bigger fan of her.

A few weeks ago Lorren told me to be expecting a package from Forks, Washington. (I had been perched by the mailbox, too excited to move for the last few days...but then I was deterred by the aforementioned vomit catastrophe). I am not even going to explain the significance of Forks because if you don't already understand then you have no business reading this blog. End of story. All I knew about the package was that it could contain trash from from the gutter in Forks and I would still be totally happy. So when I saw that the package contained a Forks Sparans t-shirt I nearly hopped in my truck and sped south to become Lorren's slave for life.

The shirt was not the only present in the package. There was also a Twilight Map of Forks, a list of sights to see in or around Forks, and a list of restaurants in town that serve Twilight inspired foods (anyone for a "Bella Burger" at Sully's Drive-in?).

I had a wonderful nights sleep snuggling my new t-shirt like it was a blankie and dreaming of munching on some "Jackob's Blackberry Cobbler" while hiking through the Hoh Rain Forest...sigh. Then when I was cleaning my kitchen this morning (aka: looking for some Skittles to eat for breakfast) I spotted this little gem. SOMEHOW, and I don't know how, this beautiful sticker ended up on my kitchen floor...and had obviously been trampled by a heard of hungry kids. So sad. I guess I will just have to go to Forks and get myself a new one. I mean, I don't want to hurt Lorren's feelings or anything...Right? Who's coming?