My daddy remembered how I nearly met Josh Sundquist at FFA National Convention in October. And so look what I opened on Christmas… ITS JOSH SUNDQUIST YALL. DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW MANY WEEKS I WENT TO BOOKSTORES AND CHRISTIAN BOOKSTORES AND ALL TO FIND THIS IN PRINT TO BUY IT MYSELF AND COULDN’T FIND IT?!?! Ugh I was mad. But YAAAAAY I GOT IT. And then my dad pops off with “see I he responds to you again like that one time.”
Daddy, I don’t think I need to. He’s probably gonna see this.