Please.
Someone remind me when I get married… NEVER HAVE CHILDREN.
Today should be fun! First bike-ride of the year after we get our hands washed of Devon… And I can’t wait for that. ._.
Yes/no. On our back from postprom, junkie XL at 331, rocking pajama bottoms, but sadly lacking in V8 (it got confiscated at the door)…
Yes. Junkie XL at 1212,V8 in hand, rocking pajama bottoms, on our way to post prom. I couldn’t be happier
… More time. … Calculus work to do itself. … More time. … A level 60 milotic. … More time. … Something to blog about, geez.
So, despite my phone’s awesome camera and mitchell’s expertise, this is the result of trying to capture the sheer joy on my face after tossing a Dixi cup full of helicopter seeds off the top of a swingset. Epic failure.
There’s not enough time in the day. I request a lengthening. “Please, sir, can I have some more?” After childsitting and calculus I hit that massive, enervating barrier, fatigue, and get the feeling that I’m secretly a part-time narcoleptic.
Kittens.
Puppies.
Easter.
Take-home calculus tests that aren’t finished the morning they’re due— oh wait.