The fall to peer pressure

"Jordan stop lying and just tell the truth."

"No. I want to see how long I can keep this going."

"I'm pretty sure when your Mom gets here next week she's going to KNOW something is up. Lets just make the calls."

"No I want to wait until we know what it is first"

"Oh you mean after the Lake Powell trip and wedding in July?"

"Yep"

"Yeah that is going to be a problem. Our family isn't blind."

"Fine we'll do it tonight."

We made the calls and accompaning emails and Jordan ran headfirst to Facebook.

Then came....the texts

"Post it Kellee!"

"No"

"Why not? POST IT"

"I don't feel the need to at the moment. Besides people already know from your page."

"post it post it post it post it post it"

"Fine and stop wasting my texts"

I gave into peer pressure after I made J give into peer pressure. 

But my post wasn't good enough. 

What's so wrong with copy and pasting what he wrote I ask? Nothing, unless he feels like his creative genius was copy and pasted aka plagiarized. 

And hubby highjacked my account and posted:

"In other words I"M PREGNANT" 

Dear friends and family,

I did not post that because I would never start a "status" with "in other words" because it doesn't make sense. 

But the good news is people are awesome and if they think I'm on "bedrest" (my ward has a MAJOR issue with running wild with rumors) then maybe I wont get called to do random things anymore by the Relief Society. I hope I can keep this going all the way til then end of the year. 

xo,

kellee

p.s. the best part is this morning J said "I don't want to give you a kiss on the lips. I'll catch what you have" You can't watch it and I'm pretty sure I've read that somewhere. Oh yeah Here

Oh and Jordan took that picture of the Ultra.