Worst Text Message EVER

So today consisted mostly of driving Loc Manager all over the plizace to her various jobs in SoCal. Finally topped off the day with the deliverance of a mattress from Curtis. 500,000 Awesome Points to Mr. CCC. Tonight we unwind by watching THE DARK KNIGHT ON BLU RAY!!!!!!! omg.

So this morning woke up to the worst text message ever. This is what it said:

Im at the er with micah. He had a bad asthma atttack at the club.

-Beth 1:00 a.m.

I went to Micah's bedroom. Sure enough, my little brother is missing.

Where are you now?

-Costume Mistress 8:49 am

He went to see his boss. Hes fine now. Scared me to death first.

-Beth 8:51 am

Phew. Relief. He laughed about it and told me the story when he came home. I am a negligent older sister :(

On the latest gossip,

The other day, Mr. Director gave me a hug instead of a hi5 when we met. I am ungrateful and complained about side hugs--but it got me an upgrade to full hug. Oooooooo. You know that this could only mean one thing, and one thing only:

we must be friends outside of Self Storage! gasp!

AND!:

Mr. Script Supe found the blog! Cruzin his cribbage boo's gossip blog, he inadvertently found mine. gasp! Well Mr. Script Supe, enjoy and keep the secret! I know the Director is your roommster, but you gotta keep your mouth shut. I know, I'm bad at keeping the secret myself, but trust me, this will be even more fun when The Boss Man finds this months from now. But Sir Director, if you have already found this blog, you're in on the secret too so zip lips friend!

-The Costume Mistress