this weekend was fairly great except for the part where i cooked some au gratin potatoes that made me violently ill.  

this lady wore these boots out of the store like this, then was going to get on a bike. she witnessed a lot of laughing and chuckling and whispering on the part of my people, and therefore wouldn’t give us the satisfaction of mounting it in front of us. bitch.

my niece continued her reign of hilarity, concluding with a meltdown when she was denied the purchase of something she kept describing as “cindawella princess outfit.”

i was told there’d be spring. anytime now would be acceptable.

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