My away message right now:

The White Hut.
Flea Markets.
Sex.
what a good day.

and its so true. Amelia got me up at 9:30 to bring her sadistic lover back to college so she didnt have to drive the entire way back alone. I spotted the flea market dad and I went to a couple years ago after a hockey game in North Haven off of Rt. 15 near Oakdale and we stopped there on the way back. I got a couple pairs of earrings and a necklace. Mia got a brooch practically the size of my fist. It stank because the asian bootleggers that would sell you fake purses for 13 bucks were gone. Then we went to the White hut which is this western mass institution. it has been around since 1939 and has the best burgers in the world. plenty of gourmet cooking mags have said so. After our lunch we got back home and realized what a great day it had been. It was almost ruined by coming back to williston. I spent the last couple hours in the photo lab printing the pictures I took of dad and toning my pics of lizzie. Not a bad day. Not to mention i have been having an AMAAAZING hair day. no idea what happened!