I was out shopping solo tonight, holding up purses and trying on scarves (as if I really need more of either of those things anyway). For fun, you know. Shopping is fun. Except for when it seems like everywhere you turn there's a group of loud, obnoxious teenage girls, which happened at every store I went to tonight. Dang. By the time I made my way to the checkout counter, I was exhausted. And I thought, God knows what he's doing by sending me boys. I'm so hermit-ish and rude. (Can it be helped somehow?) I need to buy a bottle of nice pills and take a bunch on a daily basis. I'd probably, maybe be nicer then. Maybe.
I got out of the store as quick as I could and went straight home to my whiskered friend and my two mini tagalongs; my house of sweet, short-haired, no nonense men; the place where I belong. The place I need to be.
Feels nice. My boys are all so nice for me.
Hol you're so cute, and I just love ya!! I can't wait to see you soon!!
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