Today is my dirty 30. I just got home from an art show with my mom. I finally bought my first piece of art. Or should I clarify and say I finally took my mom up on her offer to buy me a piece of art. She did the same for my brother. She morbidly describes it as a gift for us to remember her when she's not with us anymore. o_O I'll post details later.
I almost got smashed as a 3rd party to a car accident. That kind of woke me up. Maybe next time I'll listen to my gut and not stop in a no stopping zone.
The screen on the razor just died. So I'm back to squeezing life into the chunky motorola flip phone. Not sure what my long term solution is going to be. Just used it this morning with no issue. I'm still receiving phone calls, just can't see anything. And thus can't text. And thus poo. I swear I took good care of it Sim...I swears.
Nikki is on her way over to kill time before the shin dig tonight. I'm putting off doing dishes. I need to go do those now. More later. But not tonight. Because I won't be coherent. Or maybe I should post later tonight when I'm not coherent.
3 comments:
Belated Happy B-Day, Julie. I hope your night was fabulous!!!
Sorry 'bout your phone.... things like that should happen to me because I hardly ever have the darn thing on...which ticks Dave off to no end!
I noticed that your blog still says "i'm 29, i'm writing about it." I would like to inform you that you are actually officially old now and no longer 29. hehehehehehehehehehehehe
Kyle's right, you do love him more. *Sobs*
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