I mean really. We have taken to talking about the hot mess that is essentially what we know to be our current existence. I'm not at all trying to knock anyone (ahem), but my word people. It is MAY. Some observations:
It is a tape measure and a private fitting room. Not that deep.
That housing crisis? Coming to Seattle.
Quantae says "sign me up". And he's an honor student so he knows what he's talking about.
What is UP with FTD Mother's Day flowers?
Is it football season yet?
Jamaica. During one of their busiest weekends of the year. Can't WAIT.
Because Democracy in Action. Crazy.
May 17th - sigh...fingers crossed, ear talked off.
If it ain't one stalker it is another. I must have that good stuff.
The other day, i heard a remix (can't remember which one) where old boy was talking about pipe. I almost had to pull over I was laughing so hard.
Saturday. We tasted the best food I've had in a good grip. Which isn't hard given my propensity to feed my man ground turkey sloppy joes and grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato soup (pass the Lousianna hot sauce and I'm happy). I need to get on better than that.
He's going to be ancient on Thursday. What's the perfect gift for the guy who is super picky, has it all, doesn't want anything and won't get up off it already? Clue. Me. In.