that's why life is awesome

i'm just your lovable local hometown reporter who has a wee bit of a hangover and is all over the west ottawa high school graduation looking for one mr. juan hernandez. where the hell WERE YOU, juan/juan's family?! now the story is a little f'ed, but that's no one's fault but your own.

moving on. after a short-lived belief that i had been sent home at a decent hour from work on saturday, i stopped in grandville for a juicy burger at amy and scott's with mel and reuben and emmett and katie, who had a preoccupation with "cute buns." jack, being a baby and all, was in bed. shortly after i finished a tasty margarita and shoved back from the dinner table, i took a quick look at my cell phone oh OH CRAP work called. it turns out a subway in holland got jacked at gunpoint, and guess who had to come in to write the story. quit holding your breath, it was me.

don't worry though, i was still able to chiiiiiiiiiiiiillllllll after i left for reals, and knocked down a couple of red stripes while enjoying a campfire party later that evening. that's why life is awesome, and that's why they pay me the big bucks. snap.