I snapped my cool NV phone shut, laughing my unique, if not strange, laugh, then sighing. Camillo’s text messages are indeed strange today. She must be drinking Hansens.

She is telling me about a challenge. Hmmm, Keegan must see, keegan must see. (Yes, I am indeed thinking in third-person. I do it quite frequently in fact) Keegan likes it! She thinks it’s delicious! Yep- no- yup, I said delicious. And yes Camillo, I am very proud because I can do this

WAIT ! STOP. I love this song. I start singing and dancing to it. What? No one is watching. Actually I wouldn’t care even if someone was watching.

Staple it together and call it bad weather. If the weather gets better, we should get together. Spend a little time we could do whatever. And if we get together we be twice as better. So staple it together, and call it bad weather. mm-hm.

Yup, Jack Johnson. You know you think it’s amazing.

Ooooo I feel a vibration! Ooo another one! Let us see… two new messages! George and Camillo, what a surprise