
Sunday morning, Gina came home and we wrapped Kristin's presents. The picture is foggy because I moved the camera from my -30 degree room to the 900 degree dining room and it got sweaty.

Then we went to North Dartmouth for Kristin's baby shower and it was so CUTE, even if it was very awkward and I kept telling Jared to come because we didn't know anyone. Jared's grandpa dragged out the trash like it was a leashed dog and kept doing the kissy "COME HERE, DOGGY" thing. It was the most adorable and hilarious thing ever. Also, there were really delicious crackers and chicken wings.

After the shower, Gina made Jared keep me, and we saw rock thingies by the water. Which Jared said we could not swim in. Rude.

Then, even though I had no idea where I was, I said "LET'S GO TO CIRCA" because my Circa senses were apparently kicking in and we were literally right in front of the building so we went to Circa. I really need this slot machine, which is ONLY $250. What a baaaaahgin.

Here we have Jared's quest for a cool hat. This one was too small.

Pretty hat boxes.

This train station was evidently used in some sort of movie, and I really wanted to buy it. I don't actually think it's for sale (and it's a bajillion dollars if it is), but how does a store acquire such a thing, and what purpose does it truly serve except for existing?

The creepiest doll ever.

Then I had to pee so we went to Stop & Shop. When we walked down the cracker aisle I remembered how delicious the cracker sticks at Kristin's shower were so I made Jared call his mom and ask what they were. She said she bought them at Job Lot, but I picked up the Stop & Shop version anyway, hoping they'd be similar. They were not. They were also stale and very very bad. I was pissed. I was even more pissed when Jared made fun of me for taking a picture of the cracker and then made up the caption for the photo, as if I'm fucking predictable or some shit. HMPH.

For dinner we ordered Little Chopsticks. After telling Jared how delicious the Sesame chicken is for 5 months straight, he finally got to have it, except this time it was not very good. :(

Then we went to bed and when I woke up I told Jared to make me bacon, but he also made crepes which were very delicious.

I went to work and when I got home I found Sarah, Dylan, and Ian. And we went to my bedroom which Sarah fawned over even though it's an ugly room.

Ian took off his shoes and we all died because it was so smelly and while I was retrieving foot deodorant spray, Dylan kindly used MY deodorant to rub on Ian's feet. Why why why why?

Disturbing flexibility demonstration part II.
I leave you with a video featuring Ms. Kelly's 10th grade lesson of the way "DANK" sounds compared to "marshmallow," as well as the desperate and freaky men of the free chatline.
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