I hope there's a roller coaster in Omaha.

I love museums. I DON'T love breaking my camera. Booooooooo.

Today we went to the Art Institute and the Shedd Aquarium (my personal favorite). I have some pretty sweet pictures that I managed to take despite my broken "capture" button. I'll upload them soon, promise.

Now we're at Liz's looking up our new RA on facebook. Whitley hopes he's not a "buttwipe." I hope that too. Buttwipes suck bigtime.

Taelyr has cute new hair. She's rubbing it on my boob right now. It smells nice. Her hair....not my boob. Though I'm sure that smells delightful as well.

Ritchie is barking. He's a dog, which I hope you deduced from my previous statement. He's super cute. I might steal him. Don't tell Liz. Or Dudley, my dog. He'll be pissed. He doesn't play well with others.

I love Taelyr, but she listens to REALLY bad music. I mean BAD. Like, I didn't know music this bad existed. I think she made it up. Just like her state. Nebraska is like Santa's Village, according to Liz. But I don't think it has rides. Though that would be sweet, and I would be much more inclined to visit her imaginary hometown if I knew there would be a roller coaster involved.