reason #29309884 why I love Jeff

When I was excitedly showing him my French textbook, Débuts, he smirked and said, "Ahhh, Day-butts!"

Stace, like every one else who's spent 5 minutes with me, was wildly curious to meet the infamous Jeff. We all had lunch together on Friday at Portas. When Judy and Stace got back to their car, they agreed that Jeff is the nicest person they've ever met. Which he is. And sooo cuuuuute! *coos*

Although it was clearly demonstrated at lunch that I've been a bad influence on Jeff. When I first met him, he was the nicest, kindest, sweetest creature throughout the land. And now? The boy's got some snark on him. Of which I am most often the recipient, if deservedly. I like to think I still have the advantage because I'm a lot more obnoxious than he is.

Later in the weekend, Judy randomly turned to me and said she was really glad Jeff had met up with us. Because every time she hangs out with him, he restores her faith in humankind. I couldn't agree more. I say we clone an army of him and invade the Red States.

Weirdly, I missssss him today. Apparently the 5 days a week I see him isn't enough. But I get to see him tomorrow *bounce*