They haven't even left the ground yet, their metal bird is still being fueled and their baggage is still on the field...
WAHHHh... Luke and I are being left behind and we are going to DIE! Death! EIGHT DAYS! EIGHT! that is 192 HoUrS! 11520 MINUTES! 691200 SECONDS! AHHHH! **fizzle** They are going away and I dont' know what I'm going to do without them.. My Hannah Marie and my favorite BOY EVER IN THE WORLD are LEAVING ME FOREVER! AHHHHHHHWHHWHAHAHAHA. ...
::Deep Breath::
The Grants are going away for eight days to visit their grandparents. I will miss them madly and I wish I could have gone to see the sun. I am lonely but... I promise I won't die. Luke and I are without our cuddle buddies though.. it sort of stinks...Siiighhhh....Eight days.. and they haven't even flipping left the ground yet. Holy moley.