I have so much to tell you girls, but I'm living in a medicine haze. I fear my spelling might suffer if I attempt to type.
While reading facebook status updates tonight, I've noticed a particular social activity. No, not the Halloween party at the Pendennis. No, not even trick-or-treating. Alas, it is the Miley Cyrus concert. Friends, this is the very reason for the existence of teenage girls. I may have offended a few of our friends when I wrote, "Why didn't y'all hire sitters for this?" But, seriously. As God is my witness, I will never watch Billy Ray's achy-breaky progeny shake anything.
Okay, six hours up. Back to the bottle.
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