The Weekend of the Flaky Boys
Some things are good flaky! Like pastry...mmmm.
But boys are not one of those things.
Do I smell or something? Perhaps my cell phone is selectively functional, and doesn't ring when boys call me? Do I emit a pheromone that screams "Please cancel things on me last minute!"? Or does testosterone inhibit the brain's advance planning ability??
As a result of this unwanted flakiness, I have had to:
1) Help squirekali plan an impromptu choir rehearsal for Tuesday
2) Rush through a fabric-buying outing
3) Get all dressed up for no reason
4) Go to a 6am shift on less sleep than I needed to
5) Bug the hell out of the ASMs in the district to find out what the hell is going on next weekend
Grawr. *angryface*
But boys are not one of those things.
Do I smell or something? Perhaps my cell phone is selectively functional, and doesn't ring when boys call me? Do I emit a pheromone that screams "Please cancel things on me last minute!"? Or does testosterone inhibit the brain's advance planning ability??
As a result of this unwanted flakiness, I have had to:
1) Help squirekali plan an impromptu choir rehearsal for Tuesday
2) Rush through a fabric-buying outing
3) Get all dressed up for no reason
4) Go to a 6am shift on less sleep than I needed to
5) Bug the hell out of the ASMs in the district to find out what the hell is going on next weekend
Grawr. *angryface*