Bianca, my infamous 6 year old tree-climbing, sailor-swearing, tom boy for a neighbor, found my secret, super special, only to be used on "bad days"
stash of Reeses Peanut Butter cups and ate them ALL and I had a HEART
ATTACK about it. What I don't get: I am perma-high to waiting for hours
in the middle of nowhere if the car breaks down, don't even care if
people don't show up to my meetings anymore - more reading time for me,
WHATEVER, and if I shit myself due to giardia, I don't even flinch
anymore. But the Reeses? UNFORGIVABLE. Not playing with her for like, A FEW DAYS!
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