During the winter, some friends of mine called me up because they heard loud noises in the attic and they wanted me to go up there and make sure no ghosts or serial killers/rapists were hanging up out there. So, it’s me, Chelsea, Kate, and my stepstool, Meghan, and while looking through the attic, I see tons of emptied liquor bottles, Christmas lights, and a scary looking Big Brothers and Big Sisters poster. No ghosts or killer rapists, fortunately. 

Did I mention that I’m graceful on the ice? Because I totally am.