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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3 Comments:
I am so stealing this idea. My son and I are always competing with one another. Our last compete was whose spray of windex would drip to the bottom of the window sill first. Little snot won. But I will take him down with the candle race.
Mark my word.
(p.s. I might use your way of winning. RE:cheat)
Thanks for the fun idea!
Are you guys betting off religious candles? hahaha you two are sooooooo going to hell.
Just kidding. Well, you might, because you're cheating. kidding again.
DD - It's fun! You gotta pick your candle carefully, though. You need a badass saint.
Norma - Oh, no doubt.
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