Aug. 13th, 2018 at 10:12 PM
Who has two thumbs and is way too deliriously happy to be surrounded by all her new school supplies? This girl. The break was longer than I expected but I am so ready to be back.
So I had this idea and it's obviously a good one for that reason alone. And since it's an excellent idea, that means no one can fight me on it or make any feeble attempts to protest out of a need to make sure no one's imposing on anyone else. So, disclaimer: a) there is no imposition because there's an invitation involved and b) even though it was my idea, I already know every Lane will be in agreement with it.
What is this grand idea that requires such a preface, you ask? I am so glad you did. (Though, lbr, everyone knows I would have told it regardless of interest because ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.)
I think all Steeles of the young and beautiful (and smart, and kind, and compassionate, and amazing, etc etc) variety should join all Lanes of the 1074 Hobb Ct variety for today's celebrations. Dad's grilling chicken and ribs and hot dogs and hamburgers and Mom and I are making potato salad and baked beans and pasta salad and deviled eggs. Malachi's making something, but I can't tell what it is yet (love you 😏) though I am confident that it will be edible. Needless to say, it is WAY too much food for the Lanes of the 1074 Hobb Ct variety to eat all by themselves, so we need your help.
Besides, I'm pretty sure Dad has now claimed you both at this point, for better or worse, so it would make him very happy to have his extended family of the young and beautiful (and smart, and kind, and compassionate, and amazing, etc etc) variety of Steeles at the house today.
Also, can you really say no to this face?
😘😘😘
Just checking in, babe.
Heyyyyyy, Elle Camino. This is probably totally unprofessional because you're my boss, but I'm super in need of tacos and margaritas as big as my head and I figured it was better to ask someone along who's not even remotely related to the reasons why a massive margarita sounds awesome right now. Besides, you're kind of like my dream sister, so I think that kind of obligates you to overlook the unprofessionalism of it and say, "Yes, of course I will have tacos with you, Waverly." ...Okay, I just made up that rule, but it's a good rule.
What are you up to?
I've betrayed you. I bought a pastry at the gas station. Karma already paid me back, though, because it was so gross. I'll never eat anyone else's pastries again, babe.
Are you 100% sure that you told Zora everything? Because I've gotten zero indication from Remington that anything's up and I thought for sure she'd know by now? I don't want to accidentally say something if she doesn't know yet.
Two things: 1) Could I possibly come in an hour later tomorrow? Dad's PT got pushed back. And 2) I might be spending too much time at the Pourhouse because I had the weirdest dream last night and you were in it.
Hey there, baby brother. Got a second?
Though, honestly, I am fine with owing you a back rub.
And I’m getting ready to do something probably stupid and brave.
Firstly, I love you all, and I don’t think I’ve told you that as much as I should have recently.
There’s something I need to tell you, and it’s honestly been kind of terrifying for me to admit it. I have…a lot of things that I keep pretty close to the chest, and this is one of the biggest ones. It’s one that I’m ready to talk about, though. It’s something that I can finally accept, where I never could before.
I’ve been kind of seeing someone, in unofficial terms, since New Years. That person is a girl, and I am…unequivocally gay. It’s not something I’m ready to be public about yet, but it is something I don’t want to continue hiding from you three.Please still love me
Please, for the love of God, tell me what you possibly could have told Zora that might make her think that I don't want her safe.
Also, in the interest of being honest instead of earning my degree in Professional Lying, I took whiskey out of mom and dad's alcohol stash. It tastes like shit.
It was good seeing you tonight. I know I'm supposed to pretend like the masks keep us all mysterious and anonymous, but I knew it was you the moment you walked in.
I'm very happy to inform you that Remington Steele is quite well.
Good morning. I'll have you know that it's entirely your fault that I had dreams about strawberry rhubarb meringue tarts.