ok i so was all sweaty after a long 16 mile bike ride through the forest of grapevine texas and i was driving my big truck with a brush guard and cool stickers on the back while wearing my aviators when suddenly a bright yellow Hummer H2 filled to the brim with very cute girls going home from the races at Texas Motor Speedway pulled up along side of me and began a crazy 7-on1 "flirting" session. after a 8 mile stretch of road and several stoplights together a wrote doen my number and while driving 65 miles-per-hour passed my digits to the very attractive young women and turned to go home. after about 2 minutes i began to wonder why there was no new text message waiting for me on my phone, then after 45 minutes i was going through the writing process in my head and instead of writing 682-557-6248 i clumsily scribled 682-577-6248. tarter sauce. and that is how my day was......
Ha ha. That's God's way of telling you, "Trevor, you're about to go on a mission!!" :)
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ReplyDeleteShoot, the whole time I was like, "And then?... And then?...." Just waiting for you to say that you crashed your truck. Sorry, but it's not a crazy notion! Also, that sucks about the number. But I don't like the idea of being all open to everyone like that. I'm more of a private person I guess.
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ReplyDeletehaha i know Ashley that's what i was thinking while driving to the priesthood session of confernce and trying to find their yellow hummer. and steph, well all i have to say is that you have to have fun in life and if that means being "open" what ever that means then i am like a huge pasture
ReplyDeleteI have to be honest, I was waiting to hear that you crashed also. ha ha
ReplyDeleteohhhhh.................well then.....this is where i cry and retreat to my room
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