Monday, December 20, 2004

Wow, there's a lot I have to say about Morgan!
I had a strange dream last night. It made no sense, whatsoever. Although, none of my dreams make sense, so ... yeah. Anyway, the only important thing that I remember from this dream is that Morgan kissed me. o_? Yeah. Odd.

And, now, moving on. I feel very happy that Morgan has actually refered to me as [her] uke. ^_^ Let me retell them now:

1. At Krogers. We're buying stuff for a camping trip we're about to go on. We're in the produce section. She walks over to a barrel of nuts and starts using the scoopers to scoop them, but she's only playing. I push one of the scoopers down and she frowns as I tell her to stop playing with the nuts. "I'll whack you with my nut scoopers!" she says to me as I shove them out of her hands and we start to walk away. "You wouldn't do that!" I say. She gives me this look saying "oh yes I would" and says, "Sorry, I would." We're nearing the others with us now, so she says quietly so only I can hear, "Uke abuse," and I cross my arms and give her a pouty look, responding with a pitiful "Uh-huh." We reach the others and there ends the first tale.

2. *clears throat* We are at my house, and we are making this desert called "apple crisp." Since the other two with us have done so much already, we are volunteered to make it. So we go into the kitchen and I look at the recepie. Morgan looks at it from next to me and kind of gives it a doubtful look. "I can't cook," she says, and then I say to her, "Don't worry, I can." So we start getting the ingredients together, and I start putting them in a bowl so we can mix them. As I am putting in some of the ingredients, she says to me: "Why is it that the ukes can always cook?" I offhandedly shrug and say "I dunno." Here ends the second tale, for there is nothing else important that you need to know.

See? Twice! In the same week, too! ^_^ I don't know why I am so proud of this, but I am. Hehe. And, also, I got to cuddle with her on 17th. But, before that, when we were in the car on our way home from the little time we got to spend at the camping lodge, she held my hand during the ride. Of course, our hands were covered with my blanket so the two adults (one of whom was Morgan's mother) wouldn't see that we were holding hands. (And from this I am assuming Morgan's keeping this from her parents, too. Though it's not like I'm EVER going to tell mine. I ain't NEVA gonna tell 'em.) That Friday and Saturday were the two greatest days of me life, in my opinion. But, now, I must depart. I'm sure you're all getting annoyed with hearing about all of this.

Ja!
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