I don't care what Rachel blogs about you...I love you, son. Unconditionally no matter how many rainbows/hearts/music notes/stars are on your ice skating outfit.
...and chaos, humiliation, & trouble seem to find me. Sometimes, I invite them. Other times, they simply rain down on me from heaven like radioactive manna.
Lately, I've noticed a lot of my conversations sound a little something like this:
Person I know: Hey Rachel, I told [name of mutual friend] about [crazy thing that happened to you]. Me: Really? What'd s/he say? Person I know: S/he just shrugged and went "...of course she did."
If you're a stranger and you're reading this, please don't judge me.
If you're a friend and you're reading this, I know you already judge me... so please do your best to conceal it.
you rock my world.
ReplyDeletefriggin hilarious.
Perfect observation.
ReplyDeleteI don't care what Rachel blogs about you...I love you, son. Unconditionally no matter how many rainbows/hearts/music notes/stars are on your ice skating outfit.
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