what can I say. this one's for Tt.

So tonight, I had gotten myself some tea to help my throat, and Tt comes up to me with a camera in her hand and goes, "Hey Catie -- *click*." Then she followed me around with the camera still in hand, and I finally struck a pose. Then she goes, "GOSH Catie, I'm not your paparazzi!"
Then she and I were supposed to clean the mudroom closet. So we stood in the mudroom for a while, not cleaning, and she kept taking pictures of me. REALLY BAD pictures, I might add. And after every picture she'd laugh and say, "You're so ugly." "Omg Catie you are so ugly!" "You're so ugly. Can't you tell that's my favorite phrase?" "You're really ugly, Catie. That's a compliment btw. well, in the world of opposites. *clicks another picture*"
So thenn she took another picture, looked at it, and then started laughing so hard you couldn't even hear her, and rolling on the floor and stomping her feet on the ground. I'm sitting there laughing as much as I can without hurting my throat, and being like, "Tt, what the heck is wrong with you?"
Then she shows me the picture...
and the minute I saw it, I dropped the camera and started laughing so hard that I choked on my tea, and I couldn't breathe or anything, and Tt's just lying there on the ground laughing her head off even harder now that I'm choking to death. then I could finally breathe again and she and I were both laughing really hard and then Bobby (who was in the other room) was like, "wait, can I see this picture? what just happened, guys?"
anyway, we finally calmed down and cleaned the mudroom closet, and then Tt came up to me and was like, "Catie, I laugh so hard at people's funny deaths. First it was you choking on your tea, and then it was Bridget. she fell down the stairs and got the wind knocked out of her and she was lying on her back staring straight up and kicking her feet against the wall trying to breathe, and I just stood there looking down at her and laughing."

Theresa, you're crazy. and you make me crazy with you. and I love you. :) although not really. just kidding I do love you. but not all the time. because a lot of the time you really annoy me. but oh well, that's just life. we'll grow out of it someday. I wonder if you even read these posts. I don't think you do. but maybe you do. anyway. you're gonna have some SERIOUS blackmail power over me by the time we're grown up.

we have such good times.