Found this gear at the FTK room. Why was it there? No one knows. But it’s funny.
Today on the way home, a friend of mine said that in fourth grade he asked a girl to the prom (because they have proms at that age?) and she said she couldn’t go with him because “He looks like toasted bread.” Meaning he was a dark Mexican. So funny. My other friend who was in the car at the time rolled on the floor laughing when we reminisced about it.
My Life Is A Broom. Or so my friend Shayna says. Like her artistic skills? If I could even start to explain. You would think triangles were confusing … just look at this broom.
I’m off to watch The Blind Side. Time to cry.
Tomorrow’s another long day. And having to face certain people will be hard. Here we go.
Hope your Friday goes well!