i loooooovvveee AQSA KHAN!!! she is so nice and sooo sweet and funny and she totally makes my day.... i miss her on the weekends and cry myself to sleep when i don't see her! i would stamp out an entire species of polar bears for her! did i mention how awesome funny and cool she is???

(The above is allegedly true according to Aqsa.)

ANYWHO.
I haven't written one of these in a while, so I guess will update with a funny story that recently occurred in my life.

SO. NO AQSA I DON'T WANT TO WRITE ABOUT YOU AND YOUR PAKISTAN RELATIVES. Despite the enticing idea of other countries and their cultures.

I HAVE THREE OF THE FOLLOWING RECENT STORIES TO SHARE.
Apparently I am good at telling them.

Story number 1: The Cat.
So, here I am, a legally permitted driver driving the streets of downtown Pennsylvania. And one has to wonder- despite my awesomeness- CAN I REALLY DRIVE A CAR? Well...yes and no.

SO, i was dropping my friend off at her house after a game (softball) and she lives in a rather adorable development that is not too far from my house. It is the kind of development where one finds potted tomato plants on front porches and petunias that line the driveways. Yes, it is an adorable place to live.

Now, to live in this kind of development- you have to have money. And those who generally have money. HAVE CATS. Why, Why do rich people own cats? Because those gosh darn canines will ruin the petunia beds that line the driveways of the "Good Life" neighborhoods. (All of the above statements do not apply to said friend. She only lives in said neighborhood because her Step-dad is a snoot.)

Now, I never really encounter cats on a regular basis- my mom is highly allergic...TO SNOOTY people...AND THEIR CATS. We tend to not hang around those kind of....INDIVIDUALS.

So, I'm high-tailing my way out of the development- despite my mom's protest to "Slow Down" and "I want to look at the rich peoples' petunia lined driveways." I dutifully reminded her that I was only going 15 miles per-hour, AND that she never like Petunia's anyway.

And suddenly in the midst of this friendly reminder- a cat crosses my path. It was a black cat. A sign of extreme riches- after all you don't find "Calico" BMW's parked in petunia lined driveways. Black is an expensive color.

So, my mother ordering me to slow down- 15 mph is to fast for a residential neighborhood. AND THE BLACK CAT in my path...my foot "accidentally" hits the gas petal instead of the intended and desirable brake.

Unfortunately I accelerate at a high rate, going from 15 mph...to about 30-35 mph in about a course of 6 seconds. I nearly missed the cat by a few tail-lengths.

So, the score is now CAT: 1 and JESS: 0.
-to be continued.