Heather Anne

Hi. You should probably know that this is not Heather. This is Jennie. I have hacked her account. Hacked it! Mwaahaahaa! Not really. I don't know the first thing about hacking. It sounds like something you might do with an axe. Like . . . I need to hack up this wood, hand me my axe! Or rrrrrrr . . . oops, sorry. The "r" key on Heather!'s computer just came off and I was smooshing it back down. Anyway. So. I am sitting at breakfast with Heather! and Abigail! (of The Internets). We are reliving last night in both picture form and . . . word form. Like, "remember that time when Kat! made us a delicious Thanksgiving meal?" or "remember when Heather! mashed the potatoes with a giant garlic press?" or "remember how Abigail! made green bean casserole FROM SCRATCH?" and we do remember it because it happened last night. There were also! Pirate hooks. Ninja swords. Origami cranes. Winston. Ooh! Also, Spongebob Uno. Let me tell you something about Spongebob Uno. There is something called a "Super Absorbency" card that is complete crrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrap. If you play it, the person with the fewest cards has to draw some from other people. It's terrible. My suggestion? Just throw those cards away. You don't need them. They are superfluous. True story. I'm not just saying that because I like to say superfluous. OK, I kind of am.