Uh. Martin finally got my christmas card. I don’t understand why it arrived a month later. Martin thinks I’m getting cuter and cuter each time…
So Jeff and I are meeting up at Power Plant on tuesday before he leaves for New York the next day. He can’t wait to show me his burnt tummy. Today, his dermatologist pricked the blisters away. eww. gross. I can’t believe that Jeff, a non-resident is one of the 22 New Year’s Eve celebration victims of the country. What luck eh?
