Living with a felon...

In the middle of July I began the application process to go to the BYU Jerusalem center.  So for the past few weeks I have been making a daily trip to my mailbox, much like the ones of yore (yore being the middle of May 2008) waiting to find out whether I was accepted or not.  My family isn't the most dedicated when it comes to this particular chore, but it makes waiting for a letter a little more exciting on my part.  So today, my last day of work before school begins, I figure I would just have to make the trek to the box of all postal delight after I get home.  Shouldn't be a problem since it has literally been weeks since any other member of the Anopol clan has made that ominous 20 foot voyage to our curb.  So I finish work (yay for last days of employment) and am on my way home when all of the sudden my phone chimes.  I pick up my phone to read a text from my sister (Holla! Whit) which reads "Shalome, Welcome to Israel"  (I realize that it is spelled Shalom, but Whitney isn't as proficient in her Hebrew as the rest of the world).  My feelings are mixed, I'm so happy that I was accepted to go to Jerusalem in January, but I was bitter to find out that I lived with a man who so readily violates federal law.  How dare my dear father (Holla! Allan) open my mail!  Does he not know that had I not been the loving, forgiving, compassionate young man that I am, I could have had him imprisoned for five years under the title of "obstruction of correspondence" (TITLE 18--CRIMES AND CRIMINAL PROCEDURE PART I--CRIMES CHAPTER 83--POSTAL SERVICE Sec. 1702. Obstruction of correspondence)

Anyways, I'm thrilled that, barring a psychiatric breakdown, I will be able to study in Jerusalem for 3 months.  It should be exciting.  Stay tuned, and don't call me Shirley.