Loonybin,

Interesting you mention your imaginary boyfriend Kyle, because last night I told my sister about my imaginary husband Joe. She didn't know I was married, apparently... she didn't understand why we kept getting mail addressed to the wrong family. I mean, I'm a traditional gal. I took Joe's name. Joe works at a bank, but he's also secretly a CIA agent. We met on a mission in Sarajevo. NOT THAT I'M AN AGENT OR ANYTHING.... . . . . .. . . . . There's totally a new book about two agents who met on a mission and got married. It's called "The Company We Keep". I'm totally going to read it. Book club?

Speaking of changing my name, I am kind of sad to have to do that. 1) Because people seem to be such fans of the name "Becca Lang". The only thing that can beat it, as we ALL KNOW, is Becca Butter, and the odds of that happening are slim. #dontlosehope 2) The name Lang DIES with my generation. All the Lang-ers in my family are all girls. So unless one of them reproduces out of wedlock and has a boy, Lang's a goner. Woe is me.

I am currently job searching at work. Chicago, as you know. Who knows where I'll end up. It's kind of exciting, kind of scary. But more exciting. Did I mention I'm also looking at a short-term missions thing in Spain? Yeah. Perhaps! That's what I wanted to skype with you about.

Sorry about Bobby. The Bobster. Bobberoni. The Bobcat. But you can look at it as a new opportunity. Maybe you'll end up teaching a boxing class! That would be terrifying. I went to the gym last night as well. Did I mention that after eight months I learned that I can go to all the classes at my gym for free? What a waste. After the gym, I went grocery shopping. I LOVE grocery shopping. I even got... CHOCOLATE POP TARTS WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT. I've been craving them for 9.2571 weeks. I ate one this morning. It was glorious, almost as glorious as viewing the Sistine Chapel for the first time. Speaking of, I saw a news story about a woman who is a dryer lint artist. That's right. She recreates famous works of art using colored dryer lint. Next up: the Sistine Chapel. Here's her version of the Last Supper: http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.bestweekever.tv/bwe/images/2011/01/Lint-Last-Supper.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.jesusorsquirrel.com/2011/01/dryer-lint-last-supper.html&usg=__xwBPOz5gVBM17Dp0U3XVB69Gc5U=&h=802&w=2500&sz=2108&hl=en&start=0&sig2=USKndPJXlgNV6zBLNmA1BQ&zoom=1&tbnid=siyyBsF7sJxwzM:&tbnh=63&tbnw=195&ei=Q4h2TY60K8PdtwedkfyGBg&prev=/images%3Fq%3Ddryer%2Blint%2Blast%2Bsupper%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26biw%3D1024%26bih%3D653%26tbs%3Disch:1&um=1&itbs=1&iact=rc&dur=194&oei=K4h2TeOaLcy_0QGDrMW2Bw&page=1&ndsp=12&ved=1t:429,r:2,s:0&tx=87&ty=37

D.A. Carson spoke at my church on Sunday. He is SUPER CANADIAAAAAAAAAAAN. I can only dream of having an accent like that.

I have a squirrel to refer to you.

Cordially,

U R Who U R (spell it RIGHT)