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:
That use to happen to me alot when I was a bit youger and still living in SA. But since I moved to London there is little chance of that happening soon. Seeing everyone goes to work by train or bus.
BTW, I love your blog!
My near accidents are primarily b/c my kids are in the backseat either fighting, beginning a fight, crying b/c of a fight or spilling a large drink all over the backseat.
Thanks for your blog, I've been reading it for awhile and it always brings a smile to my day.
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