Words: a few
Caffeine: morning cup
Evil Calories: dangerous amounts of Peanut Butter pie
Reality TV: DVR'd new season of Project Runway
I'm going to be a loony ol' bitty when I'm old. I'm talking the works, here. Crazy hair...possibly an odd shade of blue or pink. Mismatched clothing. Sandals with socks. A little dog named Sweetie Pie in my purse. And every morning, I'll wake up to this:
Of course, when I'm old, I'll be all ornery for no reason, so a sunrise like that will most likely piss me off.
So, its day two in the bubbling metropolis of Goldendale, WA. So far all we've done is eat, sleep, eat some more, fight off the annual gnat invasion (1 gnat is fine...clusters of 500,000,000,000 gnats are annoying as crap) and attend a party where I was able to really focus on expanding the size of my ass with the help of a peanut butter pie. This morning is the weekly breakfast with "the gang" (read: handful of crazy retired people) and then this afternoon my mother hosts the quilters group.
...it's a sad realization when you discover that your retired parents have more social engagements than you do.
Anyhow, I've had a chance to write exactly one paragraph since I've been here. I think I might need to throw in the towel and admit that I cannot keep up with my parents and their socialite lifestyle. I'm just a lowly big city girl, after all.
Oh, and this boy was seen parading about in shorts of questionable tightness. At this rate, he'll end up joining the Village People at the age of six. Let's hope he can change his fashion faux pas ways.