Get it? Up here? Because giraffes are tall, even though I’m short? Hehe.
Anyway! Can you beelieve it? Beecause I sure can’t! Oh man! I don’t even know where to start. I’m so just beexcited. (OK, I’ll admit it. That one didn’t work!)
I got the e-mail from Pengy yesterday, but due to there being only five minutes left on my lunch hour, I couldn’t even figure out what to do with myself. I sent a quick text to Mr. Giraffe and BM Marie and got back to work for one of my most unproductive afternoons ever, due to being distracted. Oh boy.
Let me tell you a little bit about the Giraffes.
Mr. Giraffe and I met a week before school started our freshman year of college at Illinois State, when we were just 18. It was love at first sight for this art major and that music major. In my dorm, a group of us from the art floor (floor 12) invited some kid playing guitar on the music floor (floor 11) to come up and play for us. He played guitar and sang for three hours, and I was captivated instantly. I sat there watching him and knew that night that I had met the guy I was going to marry.