I'm in a car, that's clearly not made to hold five large adults and a car seat, on my way to a bar.
I'm such a great rhymer?
I've been thinking about depressing things this hour. Thanks to Brenna's biodad. It's not really his fault, but he started it. It wouldn't be such a big deal, but I'm already in self-harm mode, and throwing on being sad is going to be a little tiresome. Fighting dumb urges takes a lot of dumb energy.
So anyway. According to my left arm, I should fight a little harder I guess.
I have not matched the socks. I am told by many that there is nothing wrong with that. So I'm in no hurry.
My daughter is crammed in the middle of the front seat wearing a Halloween mask.
My brother is wearing snow gloves. It's like 60 degrees.
My mom just said "If you're gonna lick it, lick it right."
And I shall leave you with that thought.
Enjoy.
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