i keep having this memory flashback to one morning in the summer of 2003 when, for one reason or another, steve didnt have a car and i had to pick him up from the golf course (hilldale of course) at like 9:30 in the morning. I had just woken up and was wearing grey soffe shorts with a white cami (my pajamas) and black old navy flip flops. then we went to mcdonalds and got breakfast and brought it back to steves house. i had pancakes. this was about the same time that he had the body fat percentage measuring thing and i remember being so grossed out that his was like 7%.

its weird because that house no longer exists.

if my house ever sold as a tear-down i think i would cry for days.