listening to a two year old belt out Disney songs makes any bad day go away.
I can make BBQ chicken, and it doesn't stink.
I don't work this weekend. And I'm so freaking excited!
I get to go to church sunday, but have to sit by myself because john is working. Why is it that I can eat mlby myself in resturants, watch movies alone In a theater but can't go to church alone?
I have eaten way too much grapefruit.
I haven't gained any weight that I had lost. Unfortuantely, now I'm just praying that I'm super bloated and that it will end soon.
Zach and carole still live too far away. I miss them way too much. They're just, I don't know, so easy to be around. I feel like I can actually be me...and that it's okay.
John farted when I was asleep last night and apparenty the fumes made me convulse. No kidding.