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The Rest of Spring Break

Wednesday- After shooting guns and getting my face burned, we went out for some Red Robins and visited 2nd and Charles, a secondhand bookstore. I don't really like that store as much because, they don't have any of the books I want to read, and the first time I went there, they gave me $37 in store credit. The second time I came back with even more books, and they gave me $3.55 in cash. I wasn't thinking and just took the cash. I should have taken my books back with me and taken them to Tattered Cover and gotten a book I actually wanted.

At night I went over to Sammy's! He made me a delicious grilled cheese for dinner and even let me eat it on their super cool reclining couch because his parents weren't home. It was pretty great! He went to the doctor earlier in the day and the doctor said that his crazy cracking all over is completely normal which was such a relief for me! Then, we had us time together. He played video games while I read my book. That's one of my favorite dates, we get to do what we want to do which is typically a one person activity while still being together.

Thursday- In the morning I had a visiting teaching breakfast. My companion is so awesome and organized the entire thing. I just brought muffins and had to show up. I did have a hard time though because my phone took me to her back yard, not her front. I was sitting in the middle of a main road confused. It took me a bit to find her front yard ;) It was fun meeting with all the ladies and hearing their stories. I didn't have much to contribute because they all have kids and were discussing which schools were the best to send said kids to. It blows my mind that people are so choosy on where to send their kids. I went to the elementary school in the neighborhood and I turned out just fine thank you!

After that Sammy and I went to the museum. They had a new exhibit on the Maya that we wanted to see. Sammy is fascinated with the Maya and the Aztec, he has Aztec ancestors. And I'm writing a new story that takes place in the time of the Maya, so I was doing research. I learned a lot and was happy that everything I've already written matches what was actually happening. There was a lot about their writing and their blood sacrifices. When we were about to see their sports, Sammy told me that they played ball with human heads. I was pleasantly surprised that that was wrong and they actually played with rubber balls. They had rubber!

Honestly, my favorite part of the museum was going to see the stuffed animals. I usually don't like those rooms because they're sort of creepy, but they were empty unlike the rest of the museum which was swarmed with children so it was nice. And there was a nice llama to ride!
In the space room, I showed Sammy a metaphor of my love. There was a movie where you make your own stars. I picked the biggest star they had which immediately exploded on impact because its so big and turns into a black hole. Haha!

Friday- My dad sister and I went on a mission to get some of the last things for the wedding. We went to Sams Club to print out wedding invitations. That was an adventure. The first time we went, we completely forgot the flash drive with the pictures. The second time, we had the wrong flash drive. The third time we finally got the order in. And the fourth time we picked them up. The guy who handed us the pictures said congrats to me, he'd obviously read through the invitations.

Then we roamed around Hobby Lobby, getting card stock, envelopes, and vases for the tables. It was quite funny to be in Hobby Lobby with my dad. I spent the rest of the afternoon working on inserts to put inside the invitations because Sammy's dad wanted them that night. My sister has this cool paper press thing, so I rolled each one through to make them a bit more fancy. They looked so cool and Sammy and his dad were very impressed which made me happy :)

Saturday- We moved furniture into the storage unit we have until we get our apartment. I had to drive our couches in my dad's truck. Sammy was in shot gun and every five seconds I asked him if the couches were ok, that he needed to watch them because that was his one job. We got everything in the storage unit and it was so cool, it was our little house. I seriously can't wait to be married! I had dinner with his family, then left around seven so Sammy could do some homework. It's a running joke at our house that the only reason I would ever leave before seven is for homework. :)

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