We’re hunkered down preparing for a “supercell storm” to hit Atlanta, and I’m just going to go ahead and say: I am not a fan, thanks. Especially since L is not here, and he is the one who acts like I’m being silly when I get all nervous about storms. This is necessary for my sanity, I am now realizing. HEY L, WHY YOU GOTTA BE ALL UP IN BOSTON.
Anyway, I thought I’d take my mind off of things by listing things that I think are lovely and nice. So:
Frozen yogurt and chess after school dates are nice.
This house we live in is nice.
Future-mechanical-engineer-created cars are nice.
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(Toe-wedgie socks are not nice.)
This face is nice.
Kids scrubbed up and purty for Easter is nice.
Ugh, I just want to go to bed. Dear storms, GO AWAY. Thnx, Management.