I was mad and yet pretty neutral when the vocalist showed up - I really had wanted to sing, and yet at the same time I couldn't complain. She had taken the spot and I had accepted it long ago when I had realized that she would hate me if I didn't live past it. -writes rant and erases it-
We dared Jacob to go into the maternity section of the Burlington Coat Factory today. As we stood nearby giggling, we watched as he looked through the flowy shirts, then went to inspect the cradles, upon which we walked up to find him complaining about them having wheels. It was actually hysterical!
I had an overall good day. Nothing to lose, huh?









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