happy fourth, y'all. normally, i don't eat a steak, a burger and a brat, but it is the 4th of july. i have to keep my energy up if i'm gonna start blowin' up crap. it's what the founding fathers would've wanted.
yesterday brought the joy of oma in the bottom half of her birthday suit. why are your pants so wrinkly?
today i missed out on the joy of scalloping so i could clean the house.