Wait for me.
Today I: took the ACT (better on science, worse on math), had a picnic, saw a zebra (!), ate delicious cookies at Hot Box (OMGSOGOOD), played with I-Spy books for far longer than is socially acceptable, wandered around downtown, and planned Alex's 70's-themed birthday party for next Sunday. Mucho excitamundo!
One Hundred Years of Solitude is an awesome book, but is it really necessary for people to get married to nine-year-olds or their adopted sisters? I think not. That's kinda weird, Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
One Hundred Years of Solitude is an awesome book, but is it really necessary for people to get married to nine-year-olds or their adopted sisters? I think not. That's kinda weird, Gabriel Garcia Marquez.