I was a junior chipmunk, and I had to be versed in all the woodland creatures.

I admit that this blog post comes somewhat belatedly, but the hilarity of the story, in my opinion, will never expire. This may end up being one of those And-Then-I-Found-Five-Dollars stories that only those involved think is funny. But that's sufficient for me.

Last Thursday, Miss Sarah Young and I were walking towards the Quad after our new tradition of Thursday Ferg Lunch where Sarah, Charlie, Shane, and I have grown fond of catching up on life as we eat Chick-fil-a and drink Izze Soda. I was walking with Sarah to her class in Lloyd because I didn't have class until 2. In the meantime, I was planning to take advantage of the beautiful day and do some reading on the Quad. As we often are, Sarah and I were engaged in Gilmore Girls-esque banter, admittedly paying little attention to where we were going as we walked.

As we traversed the stone pathway in front of Gorgas Library, however, we both snapped to our senses as we were ambushed by two seemingly rabid squirrels charging straight towards us. These were no innocent squirrels carelessly crossing our path. No, these squirrels were vicious. And they were out for blood. As soon as we spotted our assailants, we both stopped mid-sentence, clutched onto each other and screamed like the little girls we are. We were amazed as they hurtled full speed out of a tree and bolted straight toward us. By some miracle, they split paths and ran on either side of us, and Sarah and I were left clinging to each other for dear life, marveling at what had just happened. I faintly remember a guy sitting on Gorgas steps laughing at us.

We walked the rest of the way to Lloyd recovering from our near death experience and wondering over how desensitized the squirrels on campus have become towards humans. So much for that "They're more afraid of you than you are of them" thing.

Wikipedia tells me that squirrels can sometimes become defensive of their nests and will become somewhat aggressive to defend their territory. Message received, territorial rodents. You better believe that I'm walking to the other side of a sidewalk when I see a squirrel about to cross my path now.

Now with a phobia of the sciurus carolinenis,

Katie K.

when all we have is music

since i spent the entire summer away in vermont, i have been trying to spend as much time at home as i can this semester to make up for lost time with my family! my dad and i had tickets to go see the mississippi state vs. alabama game together on saturday, so i headed on home after class friday.

for dinner friday night, my parents and i went to eat at davenport's pizza in mountain brook village. it is my family's favorite restaurant, and i can't tell you how many times i have eaten there over the course of my lifetime. i honestly would be scared to know. even still, we continue to go!

however, this friday night was special. we were eating at davenport's because 32 years ago, almost to the day (november 11th would have been exact), my parents went on their first date there. it was back when they were in high school, mom was in 10th grade and dad in 11th. they went to dinner before the briarwood state championship football game. yes, my parents also went to briarwood... the whole story can really begin to make me sick.

as a child, i grew up hearing my parent's "love story," high school sweethearts and all. because of that influence, i just thought that high school was where all the magic happened. little did i know... but sadly, 10th grade came and went for me without even a boyfriend. as did the rest of high school. i had to quickly come to the realization that my parents are in a very small percent of people that actually work out the way they did.

as glad as i am that their story is not my own, i love it for them! getting to celebrate 32 years of dating (25 of marriage) with them was surprisingly special. they have one of the most genuine relationships that i have ever seen, and i don't thank god often enough for the incredible role models they are to me.

so congratulations mom & dad! i love you.

and similarly, roll tide! 10-0 feels oh so good.

why yes, i did just write a blogpost about red shoes.

i wore my red high heels tonight for the first time in a while. they are absolutely magical, thus making them my favorite shoes in my closet. no shoe fits more perfectly. i feel like a princess every time i wear them. the one and only problem with them is that they simply are not the most practical pair of footwear. but don't worry, i manage to find any and every reason to wear them!

as kellie pickler would say,

"well you can watch me walk if you want to, want to

i bet you want me back now don't you, don't you

i'm about to show you just how missing me feels

in my red high heels"

goodnight tuscaloosa