My purse is still sitting in a pool of barbecue sauce outside.
Last night we had chili dogs for dinner and it was sort of the best thing ever.
I haven’t done cardio in six months.
Remember when I slammed my finger in the door? Well, the nail finally fell off yesterday…while I was peeling a grapefruit. I screamed bloody murder and then called my mother.
I sat on my 35th pair of sunglasses two days ago.
The other day I creamed butter and sugar together with my hands and pretended I was Laura Ingalls Wilder.