2 Timothy 1:7 

For God hath not given us the spirit of fear but of power and of love and of a sound mind.

Three weeks ago, I went in to see my doctor. I really hate going to the doctor. I have chronic stomach problems and when it gets really bad and I want answers, all of the tests come back clean and make me feel crazy. Which is a good lead in for what I really want to talk about. I finally went in to talk to my doctor. I have pushed aside my feeling of "crazy" for almost two years. Realistically as I am looking back, I have pushed it off for a lot longer than that but in my defense, I didn't know what was going on. 

Growing up, I was very driven. I was self motivated and involved in so many extracurricular activities that I have a hard time keeping track of them all. I got good grades, I did well in sports, I was a student body officer, etc. etc. etc. Moral of the story, I was good at accomplishing things. So when I got home from my mission and started really struggling socially and academically, I didn't really understand. A lot of these insecurities were there before but I didn't notice them this bad. 

After a short time, I fell in love and Steven and I decided to get married so when I kept struggling, I blamed it on the birth control pills and the stress of wedding planning. Over the past year and a half of marriage, I have battled even more, my insecurities, getting so nervous before tests that I would make myself sick, really bad days, nights of sleeplessness, weeks of stress where I avoided food because it made my stomach churn, and many other horrible feelings that shouldn't be around when you are happily married and doing well in life. 

Since I could recognize that my life was good and that Steven was such a blessing, I began to wonder what was wrong with my brain. Why on earth do I feel unloved? Why do I have suicidal thoughts? Why can't the doctors find anything wrong with my stomach when I have lost twenty pounds? Why can't I just be happy? 

When the bad stretches would come, I would sob in Steven's arms and ask him what was wrong with me. He didn't have the answer but kept encouraging me to go talk to someone. He was so patient with me as I struggled day by day, week by week, month by month, and even now, a year and a half into our marriage.

This fall, a friend of Steven's from high school committed suicide. It was so sudden from the outside looking in. I heard comments like, "How could he think that was the answer?" I think that I even made a similar comment to my dad. But when I was alone, I admitted to myself that on my bad days, the thought had crossed my mind, "It might be better if I wasn't here anymore."

I had an "Ah-ha" moment around that time. If I am having similar thoughts, I need to get help. I talked to Steven about what to do. That's when I finally bit the bullet. 

I cried to my doctor. I told her that so many things lined up. It made sense why we couldn't find anything wrong with my stomach because it was inflicted by my brain. I didn't want to live this way anymore because I don't feel like myself. After I cried, and she sincerely listened and commented. We reached the conclusion that there is a fine line between depression and anxiety. I deal with both. It doesn't mean I will be at a disadvantage for the rest of my life with the dark cloud of depression hanging over. I can do something about it. My fears are caused by a chemical imbalance. It doesn't mean I'm crazy. My feelings are not made up. The anxiety or depression side of my brain takes over sometimes and feeds my brain lies and partial truths. 

I sat in my first counceling session two weeks ago and learned that I have to separate when MY brain is talking and when the anxiety or depression is talking. 

This is a new adventure for me. Just because I learned that in my first session doesn't mean that its easy to draw that line. In the moment that I hear a thought in my head, I can only think that its my brain talking. I am learning as I go. I am talking to my husband and sharing my thoughts and feelings. This blog is going to be part of my therapy. My journal. I want to share whats going on in my mind because before I realized I had this problem, I didn't understand what goes on in someone else's mind. So peek into mine. 

I know God never gives us feelings of fear. He wants us to feel His love. He wants us to see our potential and our power. He is on our side.

 

Chitwan

Our first week of real live volunteering has come to a close! It's officially the sabbath here (Saturday's are the holy day) and it has been an exhausting week. 

We rode a bus from Kathmandu for 5 hours on Monday. As we started our descent on the other side of the mountains that surround Kathmandu, I realized that we were in for one heck of a ride. We were in a big tour bus and the winding mountain road resembled something that I saw on a TV show that had a title something like "world's most dangerous roads". Not only were we a big vehicle but the majority of the vehicles that we passed were big vehicles, too. We passed large semi trucks and other tour buses that were headed toward the Kathmandu Valley and many times, I held my breath as they skimmed passed us inches from the side of our bus. We had brave motorcyclists passing us around corners and we have learned that in Nepal, horns don't just signify annoyance but they use it as a warning, "I'm coming around this giant bus so don't run into me!" It was really an interesting experience but we saw many amazing views along the way. 

We got to meet our wonderful host family once we got here. We're actually about 10km out of Chitwan and closer to a little city called Rampur. We are staying in a rural place with our host family the Dawadi Family. The father works in the orphanage's plant nursery with us. 

In the mornings, we go and work in the nursery/garden that supplies vegetables for the orphanage. We have been weeding and planting and sweating like crazy. It's very hot here! 

Because it is so hot, we only work from 7-10 am and then go back for a "dhal-batt" (rice and lentil soup) break from 10-4:30. At 4:30 we go to the orphanage and spend a few hours with the children. They are so funny!! 

The first day, one of the little girls that sat around Steven said, "you know borokobomo?" He asked what she said and she repeated herself. He asked if that was a place and looked at me to see if I understood and I just shook my head and shrugged. Frustrated, the girl slowly pronounced it again, "Barack Obama!!" Ohhhh! Steven nodded and said that of course he did. The little girl looked at him straight faced and said, "Barack Obama is my grandfatha!" Steven looked at her for a minute and then started laughing and told her she was such a joker. She tried to convince him but when it wasn't doing any good she finally started laughing. 

The kids are always trying to pull one over on us telling us lies to see if we'll fall for it. We help them with homework and just hang out with them. The older boys all love soccer so Steven gets along well with them. Really he gets along with all of them. The kids will sit around him and ask him to do the "guitar! Guitar!" Then, he'll play his air guitar and make noises and a lot of the girls laugh and laugh and tell him that he is "comedy boy" 

We are loving our experiences. We always hope and pray for some cool weather to cool us off and we pray for the rats, insects and giant spiders to leave us alone. (Especially me on that last one. I didn't realize that I was so squeamish!!)

Thanks for all of the love and concern. We appreciate your thoughts and prayers! 

Namaste!!

Namaste!

We have officially arrived in Kathmandu, Nepal! I can't tell you how many mixed emotions I had when we landed. I'm sure my mom could tell you I sounded terrified on the phone as we drove the dark streets to our hostile. Our driver took us the long way to show us some of the destruction from the earthquakes. We saw nine story buildings that were now piles of debris, empty lots housing 1,000+ tents and lean-to's, broken roads, stray dogs and piles and piles of brick and rubble.

We got to talk to our country coordinator during and after breakfast. He told us about what happened when the first earthquake hit and then the second. Another lady sat and talked to us and she told us her story, too. She was on the roof of a building when it hit. She said that she would have just ducked under the table but she watched as the building right next to hers crumbled and so she started running down. It was a good thing she did because later, she found out that the roof had caved in to the kitchens below it. After breakfast we got to go and walk around the local streets. I can already tell the difference between here and China. Since Nepal is such a tourism driven country, most people know at least simple English so it's not hard to get around. Everyone is very happy here. People still stare at us until after we pass and the little kids all love to stop and talk to us in English. Their English is very proper but they don't understand everything we say. Right before we turned back down our little winding alley, we got stopped on a corner by a little group of well dressed people that were gathered around a car covered in flowers. We realized it was a marriage ceremony and stopped to watch. It was right in the corner of a busy street with many cars honking as they passed but they must be used to it. 

After our language study, we went outside because it's cooler outside than it is inside our hostile. Steven took his soccer ball to juggle and of course you can imagine the little crowd of kids that attracted. They all wanted to play monkey in the middle and when the little ones got tired of that they came and sat by me on the blanket. Pretty soon one little girl grabbed my phone and started to play with it. She asked for games and when I told her I didn't have any, she soon found my pictures and videos and then my camera and had a lot of fun with that. They loved to see Steven and I show affection and I am sure it's because their culture doesn't seem to show a lot of affection between man and wife. 

After a while, I went back inside to study Nepalese and Steven came in soon after me. As we were sitting there all of a sudden we felt a shaking. At first I thought it was someone below us that had been pounding on the ceiling but as I heard screams I realized it was another aftershock. We hurried out but the shaking was over before we even got outside. It wasn't bad but everyone is so nervous about aftershocks that everyone was in the streets for quite a while, calling loved ones and nervously laughing at the small quake. 

We don't realize how blessed we are until things are gone. Now that we're in a third world country we notice the smallest things that we take for granted.

We're in for quite the adventure. I know it. It's amazing here. The people are special. The food is good. The view is amazing. We are doing well. 

Love y'all tons. 

The Greatest Adventure

Well, I've been home for over 2 months from what was to date, the biggest adventure of my life. My mission was a wonderful experience! I loved the lessons I learned and the amazing people I got to interact with. Since then, so much has happened in my life. So I just want to tell you about my next adventure. The Greatest Adventure. I'm getting married!

To be honest, this adventure started about 7 years ago. I started running cross country and met a boy, I had a crush on him and he had a crush on me. Unfortunately for some reason, both of us thought the other wasn't interested. So in high school we were friends but we both went our separate ways, dating other people and living our lives.

After I got home in December, Steven and I met up and after a little bit of time, went on a date. It was a great first date. He was easy to talk to, he made me laugh, he listened, he was fun, and I really loved everything about the date. After that night, we were drawn to each other constantly. For the first two and a half weeks, there was only one day that we didn't see each other. We talked a lot and surprisingly, we never ran out of things to talk about. As I saw how naturally our relationship was developing, it scared me. I wasn't sure that I was ready for the commitment. I knew that I had to find out what the Lord wanted me to do, so I started praying every night. As I prayed, before I could even think my question, I heard a firm, "No." I guess I dismissed it until Heavenly Father told me louder. I couldn't ignore it anymore and I had to talk to Steven.  I didn't understand. Everything felt so right, Steven was exactly what I wanted. I didn't know how to say it or what it meant but we sat outside the temple and I bawled as I told him that God was telling me no. I felt that it wasn't a no forever but a "No, not right now. There's something else I need you to do."

I was so torn but Steven, was supportive of my decision. He knew that I needed to follow the Spirit, despite our confusion. As we talked, I suddenly had a distinct impression, it told me, "Abby, maybe you need to be gone this summer. I need you to go help someone." Again, clear as a bell, I heard, "humanitarian trip." I dismissed it until Steven and I finished talking. He told me that he would disappear from my life for a while until I was ready and I begged him not to. I sat outside the temple and continued to cry until my mom came to my rescue. As my mom and I talked, she told me about some personal experiences she had had lately and as we talked, I calmed down and came to grips with the fact that I felt like I was going to leave the country for the summer.

I didn't know know where Steven fit in but my mom and I both felt like he needed to be in my life and an active part of my decision about where to serve my humanitarian trip. I was really overwhelmed because in a matter of a few hours, my whole world was turned upside down. I felt like it was right, but I wanted to confirm it in the temple. So, as Steven and I had agreed, we both went to the temple separately to ask. I had my dad come with me and as I sat in the temple, a few things became clear to me. 1. I was definitely supposed to go on a humanitarian trip. 2. I knew that Steven still needed to be a part of my life. 3. I was almost positive I would be going to Nepal. 4. I knew that I was going to marry Steven. (I didn't share that part with him right away :)) as my dad and I left the temple, my dad turned and asked, "do you think that maybe Steven is supposed to go with you?" I hadn't thought about that but it was a possibility.

As Steven and I talked that night, I told him what I felt in the temple and he told me. Everything that we felt connected to each other's answers so it seemed to complete each other. I told him that I felt like he needed to help me decide where I was supposed to go that summer and after a little discussion, we talked about him going as well.

So we started making plans. We applied and slowly things started falling into place. I knew Steven and I were going to get married but I didn't want to push anything, I wanted him to get that answer for himself. One night, after a long day, Steven and I were talking and he asked me what I was thinking. Out of the blue, I asked him what he thought about us getting married before we went to Nepal.

Long story short, we decided that that was the best idea. We knew we were going to get married, it was just a matter of time before we did. So why wait? We both prayed about it and it felt right. This time the Lord said yes. So, we started making plans.

We picked a date, talked to our families, picked out a ring and last night, Steven popped the question. :) it was perfect. I've always had a hard time making decisions in my life, but this one was a no brainer. I said yes :)

I know that this is the Lord's answer for us right now. It's crazy, right? I'm so excited for this adventure. It's going to be a wonderful journey for eternity. 

Faith In Humanity Restored

Today I was grabbing lunch on campus. I got my rice bowl and was standing in line when I noticed something happening in front of me. The boy two people ahead of me was $1.50 short. I had seen him walk in earlier and could tell that he was a little bit slower. As the cashier told him he didn't have enough money, my heart sunk a little as he felt his pockets to find enough. Before I even thought to help him, the kid in front of me asked how much and handed the cashier $2 and then let the boy keep the change. They both walked away separately and I stood there smiling at the interaction I had seen take place. 

 I paid and went to find a table to sit at and I saw the guy that had given the money. I walked over and thanked him for what he did. He shrugged and said it was no problem. I could tell by his response that he hadn't thought twice about helping that boy. It was almost instinctive how quickly he pulled out the cash.

I wish we could all be like that, myself included because i didn't help the kid. I wish I would have. Not matter what we are going through, we can always reach out to help someone in need. Whether at home or abroad, there are opportunities to serve every single day. Each of us has something special that we can contribute to the lives of others. So, no matter what, HELP. REACH OUT. DO SOMETHING MORE. Show God that you love Him and His children, your brothers and Sisters.

This is something that's been on my mind a lot lately. as per recommendation by Steven, I have read "Are We not all Beggars?" By Elder Jeffrey R. Holland. He talks about how even Jesus Christ wa not priviledged in this life. He sat on no throne, he wore no fine clothes, he lived not in a castle, He described himself as homeless. Did Christ let that stop Him from helping others that lacked the pleasures of life? He definitely did not. 

"And now, if God, who has created you, on whom you are dependent for your lives and for all that ye have and are, doth grant unto you whatsoever ye ask that is right, in faith, believing that ye shall receive, O then, how ye ought to impart of the substance that ye have one to another."

-Mosiah 4:21

Here Comes Autumn

October 7

It's like 60 degrees outside and I'm pretty sure that's a record! Oh, it feels soooooo good. I didn't know that it got that cool in Louisiana! I'm really glad it does because I thought I was going to die if it stayed in the 80's and 90's all year!

 

It's been a great week! On Wednesday, we went and helped the Elders because one of their tires went flat, so we ran it to the bike shop for them! That was a fun experience. We went to the bike shop I got mine from and looked at all the cute bikes there. After that, we went up to LSU to something they call Free Speech Alley. They do it every Wednesday and Thursday and so we spent almost all day on campus passing out copies of the Book of Mormon and  pass-along cards and talking to people about what they believe! It was so awesome and I was right up front doing a ton of the talking. Sister Seegrist was behind the booth talking to one of the Sisters that's about to go home and I guess she kept saying that she couldn't believe I've only been out for a few months! She said she was really impressed, so it made me feel awesome! That was one of those times that felt like the type of missionary work that I expected to be doing 24/7. It gave me a new perspective on talking to every single person that we talk to and just being more friendly. It's like last year up at school when I realized I needed to get out of my bubble and say "hi" to more people. But, this is a little more intense because now I get to say "hi" and then try to tell them about the Book of Mormon, Plan of Salvation, Restoration, etc ...

 

We taught EJ a short lesson the other night, it wasn't as awesome as it could have been  but we're still excited and working with him. It's just baby steps right now. Last week we taught five lessons to investigators, which is the most we have ever taught to investigators in one week. It might not seem like a lot to you, but we're also teaching a ton of less-active members and members, too. We taught the Plan of Salvation to a lady that even finally committed to set up a specific return appointment up with us!! I was sooooooo stinkin' excited!!!!!!!!!

 

We went to see a less-active sister that hasn't been to church in years. She's in her 50's and we want her to be able to come back to church and bring her family. Her name is Esther. I might have told you about her already. But, we invited her to watch conference. After the Saturday morning session, we called her and asked her if she had watched it and she broke down and started to cry. She said that it had touched her so deeply and that she knew that she needed to start to come back. She said that she talked to her step-son and that he was going to pick her up for church next week whether she's ready or not. She is so sweet and the last thing she said before she hung up was that she wants to come back. Then she said "just don't give up on me." It broke my heart a little bit, because we have talked to others about her a few times, and they warned us that Esther will come back for a little while and then she always falls away again. But, I just know with all of my heart that there are so many members, nonmembers, inactive members and others that have that in their minds: "Just don't give up on me" I don't want to give up on them. Everyone needs this! Every needs the chance to accept it.

 

Ok, So a really neat miracle happened on Saturday night. After the afternoon session we headed down to see a referral in Prairieville. We pulled up and the referral hasn't moved into their home yet and all of our other appointments have fallen through. So, we decided to take a little time to tract in a neighborhood. Sister Seegrist was inspired for that idea. We said a prayer and as soon as we got done, I had a feeling that we should go and see a potential investigator that lives at the very far end of the neighborhood, so we walked down there. I knew that it was a long shot to see him and really talk with him because we had met him at his girlfriend's house, and he was pretty strong in his opinion that God wasn't there or didn't care. Lo and behold, he was home, and lo and behold, he told us that he has read 1/4 of the Book of Mormon. He said that he's totally reading it from a secular point of view, but Sister Seegrist started talking to him about how he should read the introduction and do what it says to ask. We didn't get to go inside to talk, but we talked on the front porch for a long time! It was so neat. But if that wasn't enough of a miracle, here's the kicker. We started to walk back towards the car, and we wanted to knock on one more door. We knocked and stood there for a little while. There were a lot of cars in the driveway so we knew people were home and we could hear people yelling inside (it was during the LSU game). No one comes, and no one comes, and then we hear the side door open and shut and a guy in his 20's walks around the side of the house muttering to himself. He doesn't see us so we awkwardly stand there for a minute before I finally say "Hey." He stops and looks pretty confused at us and then we walk over and start talking to him. We talked about the Book of Mormon and the apostasy and restoration and had a super neat short lesson. He said that he wants to learn more, and we have an appointment with him tonight to teach him more! This tender mercy helped me remember that when we are making the effort to get out and talk to everyone and find people to share the message of the restored gospel with, God will place people in our paths! In the past week, we have given away 10 copies of the Book of Mormon because we are making the effort to get out and talk to people no matter where we are!

 

I think that I am really starting to get the hang of this missionary stuff. haha.

 

I love y'all so much! It's ridiculous how much I'm learning out here! It's just like in one of the talks given yesterday, "A teacher is also a student." It doesn't matter how long I teach out here, I will always be learning more and more!

 

Love, love, love you millions!

 

Sister Thornley

It's Official !

September 23, 2013

 

Well hello there! SO ... here goes. Guess what I did this week! I think I am officially a missionary now.

 

So guess.

 

Now? 

 

Okay fine.

 

Well that was silly. Sorry, I feel like a little kid I am so happy. But, anyway, back to the reason I am finally a real missionary... drum roll please... On Saturday September 21st, 2013 at approximately 1:00 p.m. Lousiana Southern Alligator Bayou Swamp Standard time. I, Sister Abby Lyn Thornley, resident of (originally) Thatcher, Utah... zipcode 84337... and resident of (currently) Baton Rouge, Louisiana  (gulp) officially invited my very first investigator to be baptized !!! And that's not even the most exciting part!!! He said yes!!!!!!

 

So, (phew) sorry that took so long to get out. (I think maybe there's been a gas leak in our apartment lately I've been so loopy). But yeah! That really happened, and I really did that. It was amazing and super scary, and I'm glad I got the first one out of the way, because now I feel like I can do it again. Hey, maybe I will right now. There's a librarian at her desk I could ask too! Ok, but in all seriousness. We now have my very first investigator that I helped find and everything. His name is E.J and he's actually our neighbor across the way, I told you about him last week. He didn't come to church last week but he sure did this week, and he brought his six year old son! Oh, and did I mention that it was in the first lesson I invited him to be baptized! And, he said yes. It was so neat! I could feel the Spirit leading us and directing us teach him.  His son sang in the primary program even though it was his first time there. Throughout the meeting when people came up and welcomed him, he kept telling them that they would be seeing him frequently and to plan on seeing him next week! Ahh. It was the first time I've had an investigator attend church and the fact that it went so well was a miracle in and of itself.

 

Now the next thing we have to work through is that he can't read. Literally, he can't, so that's hard.  I think that is going to be the biggest trial because I've never taught someone to read. I know without a doubt that God will provide a way for us to accomplish it! It actually reminds me of something I read this morning in 2 Nephi 20:15 "Shall the ax boast itself against him that heweth therewith? Shall the saw magnify itself against him that shaketh it? As if the rod should shake itself against them that lift it up, or as if the staff should lift up itself as if it were no wood!" I know that Heavenly Father will be able to do this through us. There's no way that I can teach a 40 year old man to read. But I can be an instrument in God's hands to accomplish this! It was amazing.

 

There is a family with a dad down here with like at least four sons. They all live on the same road and they are all dark haired and in their late 40's early 50's.  The other night we went over to one of their houses because they are all inactive, and I think most of their wives are not members. We went to one of the son's houses, and we planned on teaching his wife a lesson. When we got there, he kept repeating over and over, "If you're on God's side, who could be against ya?!" He was making big hand guestures while he talked (Haha. Oh I can just picture it now. It was so funny I wish that I could show you). After we had been talking to his wife and him for a while, he said that he needed to go to the store and asked if we wanted anything. We told him "no," so he left. We had a really neat lesson with his wife about faith because her sister has cancer, and she said that she has been struggling with her faith lately. The Spirit was there and was so strong. At the end, she told us that we were an answer to her prayers because she really needed it. The neatest part was that we were able to share from the Book of Mormon with her and she wrote down the verses we read to her and invited her to read Alma 32. Go read it if you don't know what it says. :)

 

So as we were leaving her husband John pulled in in his nice big work truck. We closed the door behind us and said goodbye to John as he's getting out of his truck, and he said, "Hey, wait a minute... Hey, I've been really struggling. We got a few big jobs for my roofing business that're supposed to come in the next few days and I was wondering if we could say a prayer together for them?" So, we said "Yeah." Something that's pretty common down here is for a group of people to hold hands when they pray, so we held hands and he asked me to pray. I started to pray and realized I could hear him saying something, so I paused, and I could hear him saying, "Thank you Jesus. Jesus Thank you." over and over again. I was trying sooooo hard to concentrate on saying the prayer over him. (Oh it was hard.) So, I got done and said "amen," and he went, "Oh thank you! I already feel so much better! I know that it's all gonna be okay now." He started to walk away and he went "You gals know that you shouldn't go on Plank Road at night right?" Plank Road is a super sketchy road in Baton Rouge that has a horrible reputation so missionaries don't go there. We told him, "Yeah, we don't go there." He told us to be careful and then stopped again and went, "Do you have my business card? Let me give you my business card. If you ever get scared or if someone gives you any trouble then you can call me. Everyone in all of Baton Rouge knows me and if they give you any trouble just show them my card and they won't give you any more trouble, okay?" I was trying not to laugh because I was thinking "Oh my gosh!!! They could be mafia!! I bet they have hitmen!" (haha). So we said "okay" and left. As soon as we get in the car Sis. Seegrist says, "Mafia, definitely mafia," and we both busted up laughing.

 

On saturday night, we went to see that family again. They are huge LSU fans and the game was on so we figured that we wouldn't get to stay for long, but they invited us in. At first they were pretty much just humoring us and watching the game out of the corners of their eyes until John asked us what our favorite Bible scripture was. So, I told him that mine was 1 John 4:18-19. I read it and as soon as I was done he told me to read it again. When I finished, he told me to read it again and again like four or five times. Then he tells me that it gave him gooose bumps. It was another answer to a prayer. He said he's been having a lot of fear at work and he knew that he just needed to let God handle it. So after that we had an amazing lesson with him and his wife and two of their cousins about the plan of salvation. We taught about the spirit world and resurrection and the celestial kingdom. It was so neat! and John even went and got his Bible to back us up with Bible verses, too. Oooohhhhh it was just amazing. I loved it.

 

Ok, in other news, I fell off my bunk bed last Tuesday night  (haha). Sister Seegrist was having a bad day, so I decided to make her laugh. Okay, what really happened was that I was complaining about a toothache and the "Sister Wall cure-all" for anything that's ever wrong from a hurt wrist, bee sting, tooth ache (everything you can imagine going wrong) is that Sister Wall always says, "Okay, take three ibuprofen three times a day for two days, and if it doesn't feel better by then call me back." So, as I was laying in bed complaining, Sister Seegrist thought she would be funny and recommend the Sister Wall remedy. She said, "I think I know what'll make it better; take three ibuprofen ..." So, I thought that in response, I would be funny too and scare her. So I went to lean over the side of my bed to say I was gonna kill her, but I seemed to have leaned too far over the side and I flipped head over heals off the top bunk. Hahahaha. I don't think I've laughed so hard in so long! It was just after 10:30 p.m., so I should have been asleep, but I think I rolled on the ground laughing for like 20 minutes. After I checked to make sure I was in one piece and I hadn't broken anything, I got up and went to bed. The next day I was a little bit sore, but it was honestly so funny!

 

Hmmmm, okay. Like I said, I think there is a gas leak in our apartment.  Hahaha. I think that for P-day, I might take a nap to get back to normal.