Best Place Ever

This is what true love looks like. My mom doesn't really understand why Aunt Weeny and Thundering Bear decided to live in Portland instead of, say, the gorgeous Bay Area, but I like Portland's craptastic weather just fine. It means more Teeny Weeny + Small Weeny bed time... score!


I really didn't want to say goodbye when Sunday rolled around, and my mother and I tried our hardest not to be heartbroken, leaving Aunt Weeny. It was very difficult. I didn't cry until I was forcefully stuffed back into my travel bag.

My logic was, IF YOU CAN'T SEE ME, YOU CAN'T MAKE ME LEAVE!

It failed.