Last night was fun. 
My dad barbecued, I made margaritas, and a good time was had by all.
About 6 or 7 margaritas into the night, I got the sudden urge to confess most of the bad stuff I did when I was a teenager. I'm guessing my parents already knew just about all of it, or the statute of limitations is up on my bad deeds, because I'm not disowned yet. Apparently, I was a much better child than my sister, so I win.
Time to go tinker with the ol' VW.
The offer for bannana bread still stands.
My dad barbecued, I made margaritas, and a good time was had by all.
About 6 or 7 margaritas into the night, I got the sudden urge to confess most of the bad stuff I did when I was a teenager. I'm guessing my parents already knew just about all of it, or the statute of limitations is up on my bad deeds, because I'm not disowned yet. Apparently, I was a much better child than my sister, so I win.
Time to go tinker with the ol' VW.
The offer for bannana bread still stands.
bluevalentine:
I dont know if i want "some" in an envelope...eeeewwwwwwwww 