Yeah, my parents treat Caty like their daughter. She only lives like ten minutes away, so she's here on a regular basis. She can't drive but boy does she love her bike. We also meet at the park near my house and take these long, two hour walks, too, where we do nothing but act like idiots and get strange stares from people. Which is actually really fun, because then you get to imagine what they must think of you.
April 10th, 2009 at 01:26am