andrea…

everything is bigger and better in texas!

everyone drives pick-up trucks. and not dinky little sonoma’s. they all drive beasts. and for some reason all the lanes on the highways are very narrow. their malls are huge (so far anyway). dandy. it’s not a touristy place which is nice. i’m rather upset that i haven’t seen any cowboys. and no one really has that much of an accent. maybe because they’re all mexican. san antonio is like 60% mexican because i think it’s the biggest city in texas close to mexico. it’s kind of a dirty city. probably how visitors see toronto!

we all knew i couldn’t live without my internet. and there’s not much else to do at nite, especially when you’ve got two little kids with you who have to be in bed by 8pm. but they’re so cute and dylan was so good today at the mall. some old dude like blacked out and fell right down in front of us at the mall. he just went face first, didn’t even drop to his knees. he took out a garbage can. then my grandma had to help the guy who was like 6 feet tall get back up and she did so by grabbing the back of his pants and thus giving him a wedgie. i know katy’s laughing right now. i wanted to but tried to contain myself. i’m going to hell.

no if you’ll excuse me, i feel i must go purchase some shit-kickers and some ass-less chaps. go big or go home.