When it rains it fucking cyclones. Jeezis, Plei.
If I listed everything that's happened since the day the Barbie movie came out (AKA, the day my sister blew up her life), no one would fucking believe it. I'm just very tired.
Is it wrong that I instantly mentally nicknamed your sister Barbenheimer? And that I want everyone else to do likewise? I mean, if it is wrong, just
how
wrong, really?
Sophia, whatever decision you make is the correct decision.
Is it wrong that I instantly mentally nicknamed your sister Barbenheimer? And that I want everyone else to do likewise? I mean, if it is wrong, just how wrong, really?
OMFG, that's perfect.
If that's wrong, I don't want to be right.
In a bright spot, today is the anniversary of the founding of the first Buffista board in 1997. Before my time, but I am so very grateful that it happened.
Thanks, Agnes!
EM just came by and we plowed through some paperwork, located my car registration folder and I gave her another box of books to sell at the used bookstore so I can free up more bookcase space for the books littering the floor in piles.
I'm off to Pilates despite my doctor's advice to avoid exercise for a week to keep from popping a stitch.
It's not really aerobic so there's no chance of a blood pressure spike and I'll just ask my teacher to focus on stuff where I don't have my head tipped down.
How can we save our little Plei
From Barbenheimer's TNT?
(This brings in both Sting
and
Wile E. Coyote.)