So yesterday I got my assignment for summer staff: I'm a baker at Saranac for the month of August. I hope I get a cool baker's hat. Seriously, I am so excited and intimidated by the prospect of serving for a month in that capacity; and in something I only have a vague understanding of is all the more intriguing. Wow. I have a feeling that this experience at Saranac will change my life.
Last night we flaked out of camping because it was forcasted to rain the entire time and my friends are Sallies. But still we had a girls night at Jenny's house, with margaritas, cigars, and kings. It was one of the most fun nights I've had in recent memories. Especially when Grafton said, "I'm a pretty, pretty girl." and meant it as a question. If you see him, ask him if he is, indeed, a pretty, pretty girl.
Tell him the baker sent you.
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