I saw this book and I don't even care what it's about, but I want it. Badly.
I wake up most mornings with a dog's ass on my head.
Not long ago, I had a customer at work say I dropped something down my shirt. Nope, just bra failure.
I organized pens at work. And made my own dividers. It was a slow day.
I am still upset I didn't get to go to the Manchester Orchestra concert this week. I wore my shirt from their last show to make me feel less sad.
Jackson says I work too hard at home, at work and at his school. He demands to give me foot rubs. I'm not against this.
Jackson and I agree these are unexpectedly delicious. Weird, but delicious.
Jackson also said he is trying to save his money to get me either a pony or a goat (whichever is on sale, of course) but in the meantime, he'll just draw me one.
Ignore the fact that this is a public bathroom. But take notice how big girl she is- sometimes I look at her and remember the chubby baby she once was and miss it.
2 comments:
Jackson is so sweet - foot rubs and a horse/goat!!! And I will have to try the watermelon oreos. My favorite is mint.
That bra malfunction? I could probably have an entire blog post on underwire blowouts.
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