Crazy? Well, Maybe a Little

Being in yearbook has its rewards. I was going through a stack of last year's pictures and I found a pic of Isaac and one of my crazy moments hit me - I decided I was going to steal it. So when conversations would start up, I would walk around pretending to be just looking when I was actually folding his picture up slowly in my hand, I then slide it neatly into my pocket. It is now in a silver box among all my junk, where no one can find it. I'm not obsessed enough to want the pic to kiss it before I go to bed, I just wanted to have that little token of my affection. Okay, that's a whole lot of crazy.