as a younger sibling, i've noticed a pattern of something that occurs quite often whenever amy and i are talking. it's hard to explain it in words, so i've decided to illustrate it best i can. the bubbles are left blank because our talks usually pertain from politics to gnomes to large cauldrons of chili. you can fill it in however you like, and the conversation has most likely happened before.
i am the character on the left. amy is the character on the right.
the oregon coast off tillamook city
emily's silhouette on the beach
our submerged shadows
latourrell falls yet again
emily looking adorably grim in her dark getup amidst all the greenery
since emily's moving up to seattle by the end of the month, i wonder how often i will see oregon in the future. though it is only three hours away, how often will i make the trek down to the beautiful state?
i already miss you, oregon.
b) post up more items on mates &rubbish
and of course, the cast of princess bride