When I grow up and have children, I can tell my children I survived the apocalypse. Like a BOSS.
That second picture there, when I look that direction, I can usually see mountains...
It's not really the apocalypse, there are just fires all around. None too close to where I live, but it's snowing ash. And it smells dreadful.
And the pictures didn't get it very well, but it's all yellow-y outside.
It's That One Blog, where That One Girl tells about that one thing she did in that one place. At the time. With that other person. Good times . . .
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Wild Parties
When invited to a birthday party, make sure you know who will be there. One must be careful not to attend parties where 'questionable things' occur.
Actually, this was just a party for six-year-olds. I was being a helper for one of the games.
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