Mmm, so ice skating. I remember being 7. I was good at ice skating. But apparently ice skating isn't like riding a bicycle. It's more like falling off of one. Especially when Alex hits you. Yeah, I fell. And yes it was embarassing. But yes, it was fun.
And then we went to the mall and obnoxiously tried on semi dresses. Pictures will come later. Awesomeness will come now. Not that it matters since I can't go to semi because of YPO. I shake my fist at YPO.
And then we wandered the mall. I got arm socks at Wet Seal, and I grabbed a gift for my mommy, which we'd both been eyeing for a while. And then I got home and read mail and ate and bassoon lessoned and ate again and read Dante (I FINISHED WITH INFERNO!) and now I'm blogging. I know. Boring. But it has been a terrific day. You wish you were in it.
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