I got married last night. . . or at least that's what by-standards in the Stadium Terrace parking lot thought this morning as they headed off to work or school. I woke up this morning to find quite a surprise waiting for me in the parking lot. My car was decorated in sticky notes, flowers, and half oreos, all wrapped up in plastic. With a "just married" sign plastered on the hood, it looked like a veritable honeymoon car.
The story goes thus-ly: Last night, for FHE, we had a huge water balloon fight. Due to the fact that I came out on top, a certain person and her accomplice felt it their personal duty to gather together a task force to take out Jeepy. And take out Jeepy they did. So my hat's off to them for that one. They left a few clues, but they go by the name "The Sisterhood." But I have managed to figure out a few of them by the notes and the pictures. I left a little something, something on the window of the ring leader's car. A symbol of sorts, . . . no more of a promise. Let this video be yer warning.
