History is shaped by our hands.

I just got off the phone with my gf. Apparently she sent an e-mail last night from her Hotmail account. She was referencing it during our conversation. I never got the e-mail.
She's going to come over tomorrow night and we are going to see if we can find it in her "Sent Items" folder and re-send it.
Apparently, it was a real good one. She came up with a new pet-name for me. And she also said some sweet things about how I should have called her the other night when I was having a bad night.
gf = sweet
me = dumbass
I hate Hotmail!