The Good Girl Gone Blog

Last night, Seth and I were talking about who knows what, when he realized he was supposed to be at a fraternity pledge event. (Remember, he lives in that impeccably neat frat house?) Which brought back a recurring conversation point: I want my own pledge.  You know, to bring me flowers...and tell me I'm beautiful, to carry my books around and rub my feet. Yup, I definitely want my own pledge.

Anyway, here's how the conversation turned to an even more brilliant idea:

Sometimes that boy amazes me with his creativity. If GGGB existed, I'd definitely let him pledge!