My jerk father just sent me a card with $100. I think I will buy myself a few more hermit crabs and then send him a thank-you note that says -
"Dear Dad, Thanks for the money. I got crabs with it. Love, Sarah." Let him worry what it means. |
I'm the luckiest girl in the world. Seriously, the world loves me. I'm not sure why it does, but I love most of it right back. I love wrapping presents. Flowers are important. That TOTALLY wasn't me who prank called you, I swear. I love to grocery shop. My boyfriend loves to cook. I can't get enough of kissing him. My bicycle has streamers on the handles. I think if people wanna know about my faith, they'll ask. I look young, and sound old. I love chaos, so you'll always find pets and teenagers around my house. I always have at least one book in my purse. At camp in high school, I was voted "Most Talkative." UNANIMOUSLY. I dance at the slightest provocation. This blog is my mirror, my publicist, my calendar, and my most flattering angle. I am its pushy stage mother. And apparently, I'm important enough to get hate mail. Sweet.
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2 Comments:
HA HA HA HA HA....
LOL. My father does the same thing so I'ma have to try that one.
~Monique~ The District
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