My...

My parents are my therapists.  Seriously.
My bird talks in his sleep - it's adorable and I love waking up to it.
My tummy is gettin' flatter.  Hazahhhh!!
My disappointment toward the ridiculous UofU/BYU bashing that takes place on facebook is quite fierce.  "Don't check your religion at the door."  Okay...don't check your religion at the facebook login.
My heart is confused.  VERY confused.
My nieces and nephews change the world.
My friends lift my face toward heaven.  Always laughing.
My favorite snack right now is the fruit kind.  Not real fruit, but fruit snacks.  Like from 2nd grade.
My mom and I aren't allowed to go into home stores (Pier One, Gordman's, Home Goods) anymore because if we see any on sale decoration of the butterfly variety, we buy it...for my wedding...I just like butterflies, okay?  If only there was a place I could buy a groom...
My eyes leaked lots and lots today.  Thus my nose did as well.
My soul is restless.
My world has been rocked by digital scrapbooking.  Hello, a whole new way to spend and spend and spend money.  Great.
My Savior of the World career has not yet ended.  Round 8.....9???  Miriam.  Red cast.  District Leader!!!  Get tickets. :)
My.......zzzzZZZzzzz.......my bed is calling.
Word.