lauren.
several chemistry pages and a cleaned kitchen ago...
My parents went out, so I made dinner for me and the kids. We had quiche lorraine. No lie. At least that's what it started as. whatever hoser wrote the directions said it would cook in 20 minutes. It didn' t cook in 30. When I finally served it to them it was STILL not cooked enough. They suffered through it for about 5 minutes. Then I just looked at thier faces and said "Baloney and to heck with this. Anybody want grilled cheese?" So I made grilled cheese and ham sandwiches instead. Good thing about not being a mom you can do crazy things like that.
my pinkie fingernail is still teal. i believe i am the only one with it still on.
stories. last friday night. mrs derry got me, Rebekah (aka pippin) and Stevie from the new orleans church in for free to disney. three 17 year old girls into photography, God, roller coasters, walking in the rain, laughing, coldplay and chick-fil-a hanging out...good times. years. i'd never pay to go, unless it was to spend time with someone i never see.
it rained so we took off our flip-flops and walked around. that's the best because you're not sweating anymore and there are less lines as the tourists are all hiding in the over-priced resturaunts. we looked all over the park for pretzels. stevie and i were dying of starvation and all of us were craving them something fierce. when we finally saw some we were screaming happy. the guy who served us thought we were insane. and i scared beks. by accident. wish i'd planned it: the people who work on haunted house try to be scary. the woman locking us into the car was trying and i started laughing. out loud. her face was so straight, i laugh easy and i couldn't help it. just as our car moves into the dark part she leaned around rebekah's side and screamed at her in this freaky possessed voice. rebekah jumped and screamed. sooooo funny. we probably ruined the ride. it's supposed to be all creepy; and stevie and i were laughing hysterically. oh well.
stevie likes sharpies. ya'll canadians would love her.
i think this got really long.
the stars are brilliant right now. sparkling cold. like in virginia on a 30 degree night.
My parents went out, so I made dinner for me and the kids. We had quiche lorraine. No lie. At least that's what it started as. whatever hoser wrote the directions said it would cook in 20 minutes. It didn' t cook in 30. When I finally served it to them it was STILL not cooked enough. They suffered through it for about 5 minutes. Then I just looked at thier faces and said "Baloney and to heck with this. Anybody want grilled cheese?" So I made grilled cheese and ham sandwiches instead. Good thing about not being a mom you can do crazy things like that.
my pinkie fingernail is still teal. i believe i am the only one with it still on.
stories. last friday night. mrs derry got me, Rebekah (aka pippin) and Stevie from the new orleans church in for free to disney. three 17 year old girls into photography, God, roller coasters, walking in the rain, laughing, coldplay and chick-fil-a hanging out...good times. years. i'd never pay to go, unless it was to spend time with someone i never see.
it rained so we took off our flip-flops and walked around. that's the best because you're not sweating anymore and there are less lines as the tourists are all hiding in the over-priced resturaunts. we looked all over the park for pretzels. stevie and i were dying of starvation and all of us were craving them something fierce. when we finally saw some we were screaming happy. the guy who served us thought we were insane. and i scared beks. by accident. wish i'd planned it: the people who work on haunted house try to be scary. the woman locking us into the car was trying and i started laughing. out loud. her face was so straight, i laugh easy and i couldn't help it. just as our car moves into the dark part she leaned around rebekah's side and screamed at her in this freaky possessed voice. rebekah jumped and screamed. sooooo funny. we probably ruined the ride. it's supposed to be all creepy; and stevie and i were laughing hysterically. oh well.
stevie likes sharpies. ya'll canadians would love her.
i think this got really long.
the stars are brilliant right now. sparkling cold. like in virginia on a 30 degree night.
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