Logan, it smells like Cow poop there;

--Well Megan was complaining how no one ever visits her,  how we always go to Provo but never to Logan so I went up last night because I'm a true friend. Her mother happened to be there as well and took us out to dinner with Megan's sister in law and nephew who is one of the cutest kids on this planet. No contest.
   So we get back to Megan's apartment, she shows me around to her friends there like I'm her trophy wife then we continue onward to the grocery store to purchase fancy glasses for our fancy beverage. As we're leaving the store, an old man stops and gives me an award. True story. This is what happened:

Old man: "Oh my! You just get the... the brightest red lip stick award of the day!"

Me: "I've always wanted that award!"

Old man:"Well that's just great! You never see that anymore!" 

*Says this while simultaneously giving me a high five*

Me:*Leave the store with a new sense of purpose.*

   Yeah, that was great. What was almost as great as receiving that award tonight was that when I left Megan sang improve Broadway songs to me as I walked out to my car. Wow, has she got talent.

 --When we got home from the store... Megan Started to give herself a haircut.

 ...As well as open this bottle... with a knife.

 --We're the cutest things that we've seen all day.

 --Oh and I stopped here on the way home, because how could I not.

(I also took the wrong exit and kind of got lost.)