Shooting David Rose.

Dear Fleur.

Our visit with Nat&his Dad and Jim and Roger was brilliant. So gorgeous. They filled our living room with all their instruments across the floor and recorded and played for hours. I love things like that. It always makes me happy to have music in my life. So much music.

I was mad the first day they were here. Saturday. I had to work. (And it turned out to be a reallllllyyyyy bad day.) And they all got to go to Bend and sing in the Breezeway and witness. Ummm, yes, I am jealous that my friends got to go street witnessing.
Plus.
They got to see Miriam. SO NOT FAIR. While I'm sitting in the basement of DairyQueen taking a 30 minute break and eating pie and reading Emily Dickinson, everyone else is with Miriam. That upset me.

But.
Then Sunday came. And I had to wake up early to go be A/V girl at the Church. And figure out how to hook up a second cord for a mandolin. I wore a striped skirt. And mascara. (I usually don't wear mascara.) Then we went out for chinese food after church. AND EVERYTHING GOT BETTER.

I am so bi-polar.

But it's fine. 'Cause one day I'll hog Miriam for the rest of our lives. Hopefully. And I will not have to work while everyone else goes busking. And we will eat pie ALL-together. (Not by myself at 11PM.) And it will be all good.

Now I am craigslisting cars for under $1000. That's pretty much my budget. We'll see what I come out with.

Love. Bella.

POSTSCRIPT:
David Rose got to see John Mayer at the Hollywood Bowl. With Owl City. Yes, I cried. Yes, he had garden box seats.
FACE.
To me. Which is so dumb.
Mandy's reaction: "I want to shoot whoever he went with. I want to shoot David!" My little sister is so hilarious.