I am attempting to read outside.
I mean, sounds like a great idea, right? It’s summer! The lawn isn’t overrun by fire-ants! Or regular ants (they’re here, but pretty chill for ants). Since I’ll be in the bright sun, I’ll be free from many of the distractions which keep me from reading! Fresh air is purportedly good for you! Reading is better that consuming various other types of media accorting to certain sources!
He. Hehe, ha hahaha hah hah hah ho hooo hehe haaaa.
It’s hot out here, and while the moisture in the grass keeps it from being terribly spiky, it meant that the sun is evaporating a low-hanging layer of intense humidity to compliment the existing humidity.
Add to this the effort to tan. Tanning isn’t particularly difficult, and I have a skin type which retrogrades sunburns into tans. Except if I’m broiling in my own skin like a potato in foil, well, that’s quite distracting.
Yet, I remain. I am not yet to be defeated by the sun and temperatures which feel warmer than the 83¤F weather reports would have me to believe I am not quite sweltering in. I may have retreated to the shade, however I will rise, and lie down in the sun, again.
This has been a post. Stay frosty, my friends.
I tried flirting once.
My comment of “Shorty, you da illest” was not well received in the polio ward.
Maybe it isn’t Maybelline. Maybe it’s the blood of virgins.
Lady, those are going to be some badass babies.
Actually, as someone studying to be an English teacher, I am going to encourage this as a part of the writing process. Embrace your freakouts, even put them on paper, but just make sure you fix them later on.
(And I won’t be able to use profanity in the classroom, darn it all.)
I love this.
You forgot the Feelings Shot Put.
The most embarrassing moment on a family vacation.
I love your life and the things you write.
my favorite part of work today was WATCHING THE DRUG RAID
This brings me back to seventh grade. Instead of dissecting our sheep eyeball (that woman and her dissections…), two out of our group of three looked out the window at what we were pretty sure was a drug bust.
I feel way too much achievement that this question was answered. Fantastic post, in my opinion.
Kangasaur: How to create a classroom rift in two simple steps.
Fear is natural. Fear is good. Fear keeps us alive.
"Anonymous asked you: Has anything else crazy happened to you while shopping?"