My girl Rachel sent me this pic from our recent pre-party before the open garden before the house concert that we recently had (more pics of that are on their way).
Rach does not read this blog. This means i'm talking about her behind her back.
Rach always complains that i'm not as fun as i used to be. i agree. i'm pretty much nose to the grindstone these years (or sometimes its like i've been injected with sleep syrum). But Rach still loves me. How do I know? Because recently when i had my cashed paycheck stolen from my bag Rachel insisted i come up to the Kura Door Spa in Salt Lake where she treated me to a massage and oxygen facial by a woman named Isis. How could i be sad after that? Not possible.
That being said, i'm a greedy unsatisfied wench who would be really really happy if Rachel started reading my blog. 'cause that feels like a million bucks!
editor's note: for the first time EVER ollie doesn't like my post. he doesn't want me to use the word wench. but i like the word and have to use it sometime.