Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Do you ever remember the term "BFF" back in grade school? Well I must admit I have never had a friend that I would refer to as a "BFF". Except one. One Holly Henrich. Almost 8 years ago, when I was eleven, an awkward eleven year old girl walked into my sixth grade classroom. Her cumbersome braces and oval-rimmed glasses were a sight to behold. Then several days later on Sunday, she walked into my primary class, and the rest was history. She sat next to me, and we instantly became friends. That's my first memory of my "BFF". She's gotten me through her embarrassing juke of me on the soccer field, to coping with my move to Utah two years later. Even being 614 miles apart, couldn't stop Miss Henrich from being my friend. Gotta love your best friends right? Mine's pretty great.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Kronk's Shoulder Devil: Listen up, big guy. I got three good reasons why you should just walk away. Number one. Look at that guy! He's got that sissy stringy music thing.
Kronk's Shoulder Angel: We've been through this. It's a harp, and you know it.
Kronk's Shoulder Devil: Oh, right. That's a harp, and that's a dress.
Kronk's Shoulder Angel: Robe!
Kronk's Shoulder Devil: Reason number two. Look what I can do. Ha-ha, ha!
[does one-armed handstand]
Kronk: But what does that have to do with anything?
Kronk's Shoulder Angel: No, no. He's got a point.