Aldrick
I’m still laughing at the picture I took of Emma; I woke up this morning spooning Emma, and she was spooning a fork. I had to shimmy out between her and the couch without moving her to get this outstanding picture of my mate. Her short brown hair tangled and standing on end, drool cascading down from her cute little mouth and pooling in her ear and her tiny hand clutching a fork to her bosom. I need to figure out how to save this to the cloud, so it doesn’t get lost. I’ll ask Alice later; I don’t understand the cloud. ‘The Cloud’. What the hell is that? Does anyone really know? I bet Emma knows, but I can’t ask her because she’ll find out about this picture.
I left Emma sleeping on the couch with a note next to her and a bank card and I’ll text Cassie and see if she can go take
