Officially an Olson

As many of you are aware, the Olson's have been desperately attempting to convert me into one of them for decades (with little to no resistance from me). It started with little things - like the desperate NEED to have an American Girl doll. Then came things like matching ribbons to outfits, blow drying your hair on the way to school with the heat from your car, and making sure you always know (or pretend to know) the lyrics to AT LEAST the chorus of the top 40 jamz so you can yell them as loud as possible to the radio. Then things got more serious. I learned full face, I attended every vacation, I drank wine, I helped invent acronyms, I bought something from J Crew, I bought HP's (ask me about that acronym later), I watched the today show on 5 consecutive mornings.

But, I'm pretty sure it has finally happened. I think the conversion might be complete. Am I AOM now?

I got my first pair of UGG's for xmas:

Shout out to pacman

Cancer free!!! Team O is sooooooo happy to hear the good news! We can't wait to celebrate when we are back.


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When you don't have a bar, dance on the table

Every day we take to the boat around 4pm with our red Solo cups filled to the brim with wine and an iPod speaker freshly charged (via cigarette charger-- side note nils brought 3 of them) and head down the river or into the cove and bump the music up and dance at the highest point in the boat we can all reach.

Yesterday there was an interesting red wine spill onto Lauren courtesy of none other than muah ... Who is surprised by that?

Just wait for the pictures... Unfortunately we're currently living in the olden days now and don't have that thing they call the Internet.

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fuck that noise

the end.

Within 3% of perfect

Gate B-40 at dulles is a cluster. Lauren is currently up at the desk asking whether we can get upgraded to first class (as if anyone is surprised). She has asked 5 people now if they have a USB charger for her iphone which died unexpectedly. No one has yet. I asked the guy in front of me how he was doing amid the chaos and he said "within 3% of perfect." He asked where we were from and we said "here." He then took out a business card that says "Thought of the day..." ... The back says "Don't share your pizza with a kangaroo!"

Normal.

Anyhow, Lauren ordered a salad to bring on the plane with us from Harry's Tap Room at the airport (am I still in Clarendon?) and they "forgot" to put chicken on it (read: she forgot to order chicken on it). She just asked me whether she should "run down to Potbelly to get some chicken."

Not normal.

Anyhow, not even sure if we get to sit together on the flight yet, but we're off..

Until Stockholm, xoxox


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