Snippet from an actual conversation I had just under an hour ago with a dude from Georgia:
Me: “So, is this the first time your Mom has shot somebody?”
Georgia: “Unfortunately, no.”
Good times!
What are the chances? I’ve never found a used birthday card before in my life. Tonight, after dinner, I found one in a parking lot. I picked it up and read it, since it had no name in it, other than who it was from (Ms. Something, I forget the name), I pretended it was for me, enjoyed it for a bit, then placed it back on the ground where I found it. Sweet!
Oh, the part that makes this awesome is that today is my birthday.
Yogurt with fruit on the bottom is much tastier than the kind already blended together. I had forgotten this over the years, but now I’m back on the fruit on the bottom stuff, woohoo!
Also, this picture is neat!