Nothing makes my heart go pitter-pat like seeing this in my mailbox:
An excerpt from the contents:
Do you longboard around campus? That would be so great and cool. I can see you with a nice long skirt and huge backpack carving around kids. Then they'd be like, "oooooo, a cutie that longboards. . . interesting. . . , " you know?
Ope! gotta go!
Maybe I won't tell him that longboards aren't allowed on BYU campus.
I think if I remarry, the prospective fiance will have to ask Michael for permission. My dad will be satisfied as long they are a temple-worthy priesthood holder, college graduate, and employed. Michael will scrutinize them to see if he thinks they are really cool enough for me.