95. Bum days.
I love days where I decide being cute is overrated. And it's warm enough for shorts.
96. 9 1/2 hours of sleep.
Woke up with swollen eyes, had no idea where I was, and a headache. Sounds like a hangover... but no, just a much needed night of sleep. And the birds were singing and the sun was shining. I thought maybe the Rapture had happened and I woke up in Heaven, feeling like a person should... rested.
97. Answered prayers.
God listens.
98. Walking into the house with my roommates screaming and stomping around like crazies.
We're all crazy. It makes me love life even more.
99. My mother.
She takes care of details that I can't think about. And is patient with my freakouts.
100. Smiling bank ladies.
Her name was Guatelupe. And she was cheerier than sunshine.
101. Sausage balls.
Dr. Allen's parties rock. Especially when I'm a senior. And when she reads us children's books.
Sidenote: It would be great to own a children's book store... one day, perhaps.
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... resist the urge to judge, this is real life! {response to #98}
ReplyDeleteI'll come by children's books from you.
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