you may call me forgetful face if you want.

I'm a very responsible person.  Really, I am. I always pay my rent on time, I'm always to work a few minutes early, I keep the kitchen clean (or at least I try to?), I never would turn in homework late, I do the dishes (pretty much) always right after I use them, and I do my laundry regularly (that's code for, I do my laundry before I run out of underwear).

That being said, I would like to announce that apparently I've lost my mind.  Seriously though.  If you were to ask Levi, he would say that I've always been like this, but I swear I haven't.  Lately, I just forget things ALL the time.  I'll agree to bring something to someone's house and then arrive at their house having completely forgotten the item.  We're half way across town when I realize I forgot the clothes I needed to return at the store.  When Levi calls and tells me that he has pulled the car up right outside my apartment, I walk out and get in his car and then suddenly realize that I forgot my purse.  Or more commonly, I have forgotten my phone.  Seriously, the phone. All the dang time.

There have been a few times when we'll be walking to something like a football game and I'll ask him if he has the tickets and he'll be like, "Oh shoot! I forgot them.....just kidding!" followed by "See that feeling of worry you just had when you thought I had forgotten the tickets? Welcome to every day of my life. Now you know what it feels like to be dating you."  It's all a joke, but seriously. Poor guy because I forget stuff alllllll the time and he has to deal with me running back into my apartment to grab my phone or wallet or jacket or shoes or whatever it is I forgot.  In fact, he's gone so far as to trying to trick me into getting ready to leave about 15 minutes earlier than we need to so that we'll have time in case I end up forgetting something.  Sheesh.

Anyway, one time we went to a football game and what do you know? I forgot my phone. (But don't worry, Levi remembered the tickets).  And forgetting my phone means it was left at home. Which means it was left in the hands of my three oh so very mature and responsible roommates.  Which then means about a million pictures were taken on my phone.  So to say thanks to them for their model poses, I thought I would share some of them for everyone else to see. Also, apparently Michaelanne wasn't having any of it--she was way too focused on that food.

Also, in case you were wondering, I just ate like a cup of croutons and now my stomach feels weird. Okay, bye.