|Yep, still a large mouth bass.|
I'm hoping that my tires didn't leave marks on the road as I sped out of the parking lot, throwing caution to the wind and blaring explicit music.
I love him dearly, but he is exhausting. My parents just throw their heads back and laugh as karma has presented me with the incarnation of my younger, chattier, high-maintenance self.
And when I ask him why he must talk so much and demand so much of me, he so sweetly says it's because he "has so many questions."
And then I feel mommy guilt.
As Rex said in the first Toy Story: "Great, now I have guilt!"
|Yep, still pigeon-toed.|