What the hell, FedEx?
Daniel and I came home from doing an errand for my parents and Chuck was squinting, with watery eyes, his face was messed up a bit, smelled a bit weird, and he was going crazy like he does after a bath usually (running around, trying to get stuff out of his ears/eyes and clawing the couches). So, in comforting him, I kissed his head like I normally would. My lips started to burn a bit. Daniel came outside, where I was with Chuck, and said his lips were burning and he had a sore throat (my sore throat was unnoticed by me, because I’ve had one), and he kissed Chuck, too. When we got home we had a package on our bench from FedEx. So we came to a conclusion…
Thanks a ton, FedEx guy, for pepperspraying my dog. I’m sorry you’re intimidated by a 10 pound, 10 year-old terrier-chihuahua that does nothing but lay around and sleep all day and only gets up for cheese. Never mind the fact that there was clearly nobody home as there were no cars outside our house, at 3:30pm, with our dog outside. Obviously you couldn’t have left it outside the fence or against our garage. No seriously, come onto our private property and pepperspray our dog. Totally fine.
Sooo…this happened today.
Last one.
It snowed in January of 1999, the only time in my life it’s snowed here.
My dad has this named “my girls”. That’s mostly why I’m posting it :3
Yep, that’s twelve-year-old me in the middle.
Laaaaaadies!
Julia Jean, Me, and Katie.
“Why is this not working for you!?!? You have the solution! It’s a hug! And everything will go away!”
Let’s all take a moment and remember this fateful day in August eight years ago.
I got this from my parents for my birthday yesterday :B
This is the third time I’ve posted this picture. But I just love it so dang much.
My brother David, on the left, is moving to Washington at the end of June. :( It’s just going to be me and Daniel, behind me, left at home with our parents. We really need to get our licenses.
I need to visit my family. :(