Over here . . .
It's me, Crash!
I'm scratching this message to you will a paperclip.
I'm being held hostage by my hub and kids and students. They're keeping me tied up in the basement and right now my hub is forcing me at gunpoint to clean the garage.
Please drop 1 million dollars in my comment box if you ever want to see me again.
I will try to escape while I'm waiting for you to come up with the money, but I can't promise anything.
I have so much to tell you, but it's hard to write with a paper clip so for now I just want to wish my drop dead gorgeous sister, Melanie a happy birthday.
I thought this photo appropriate because we had just eaten chocolate cake at IKEA, which is exactly what I would have given her on her birthday if I hadn't been kidnapped.
Melanie is the most talented, generous, glam-bam sister in the world. LY Melanie.
I also want to wish my saucy/sassy/salty soul sister Sandi (say that five times fast) a happy birthday. She doesn't have a blog so you'll have to wait here for her if you want to poke her in the eye.
Or you can go to Kute Kasey's blog and look at her hilarious photo tribute. It's a must if you want to see her 12 year-old hub. I stole this photo of Sandi because it's my favorite. It's just sooooooo Sandi!
LY Sandi! I threw you a Tim Tam Slam party in my class yesterday. I'll post the photos if I ever escape from this basement.
P.S. Did I mention I fell in love with a lost puppy? sniff!