Which would go with the bows on the cake! I will be coordinated with the cake! Therefore, I should go to Kat's and have cake.
The Minearverse 3: The Network Is a Harsh Mistress
[NAFDA] "There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel (including Wonderfalls and The Inside), this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.
OH! I almost bought three seperate pairs of adorable shoes. Structured ballet flats in pink, Betty Boop shoes, black with pink polka dots and a pink bow, with an open toe, and a pair of black and white polka dot sling backs.
They were all sitting there saying, "Happy birthday, pretty lady. Won't you take me home?"
And yet I resisted.
There is no cake in Texas. It's why they're all so cranky and therefore you can't mess with them. We could mess with Texas if they had cake.
You can't have cake depending on where you live!?!
You can. Just not the world's most delicious cake that I have.
I think I will do the white shortie pajamas with pink rosebuds tonight.
I'm not lying y'all today was the best Texas summer day ever. Temps in the low 70's until mid afternoon then low 80's, mild and breezy. It was as if the cosmos said, "Hey girl, you're obviously having a hard time, and you'll have to take the car with no A/C in the middle of July in Texas- here have some mild weather."
Still miss the car stereo though.
You can't have cake depending on where you live!?!
Well, I'd have to make it myself. Not likely to happen at this hour.
But if only you lived closer!
We do too have cake! I just have none.
I do have peanut butter and jelly fixins, which I think I will have before bed. Perhaps if I layer two PBJs with some filling in the middle (Eh, maybe I'll go wild and use both the PB and the J to join them), I can pretend it's cake.
See? That's why I'm sad.
Also, I'm pretty tired. I think I need to go to bed soon.
I vote that Burrell lives closer. Maybe we can fold the map over or something, and all that is between she and we will be nothing more than a speedbump shaped like a crease in paper.