My mom went to her 30th reunion, which, oddly enough was held on my 30th birthday. My OBC, who hadn't been to a reunion since the 10th was there, wife in tow. My mom and he spoke and he not once asked about me. Later on in the evening, my mom was a little bit toasted and wnated to go over to him and say, "I know where you were 30 years ago, do you know?"
My dad and her friends stopped her.
I wish I could have crashed that party in all of my hugely pregnant splendor.
Maybe moviegoers will get to smell stinky me for a couple of hours.
That's the spirit!
(See, if you giving up utterly goes to that extent this should work out just fine.)
{{{{{vw}}}}} If you do turn into a ball, turn into a Stitch-ball - tuck your feet into your mouth and roll around, growling in frustration. Then, create a model of San Francisco and rampage through it (or come to SF proper and rampage). It always does the trick.
Love you.
Ok. Off to the movies. I even took a quick shower. Of course, I'm dressed in clothing much too light for today's chilly weather, but whatever. So, I freeze to death. It might be a blessing in disguise.
American Dreamz. I'm in the mood for something totally random and silly.
um, perhaps a sweater is in order then, vw?
Yeah, I threw one in the bag.
Sounds like the perfect choice!
And wear a sweater, for goodness sake.
Do you have on clean underwear?