crafty

That's right.

I was crafty today.

It happens sometimes. 

I made valentines for all 55 of my sisters.

FIFTY-FIVE. 

Martha Stewart ain't got nothin' on this chick.

My hand was getting so cramped by the end

from folding and cutting and writing

"Happy Valentine's Day!" fifty-five times,

but they made my sisters smile.

And besides, I baked myself a batch of browines as a reward.

So, totally worth it.

In other news, I think there are big plans brewing for tomorrow.

A has been secretive for days,

grinning to himself for no reason

and checking his emails constantly.

It's just plain unnerving.

Boys and secrets ...

such a bad mix.