Good Day
Today was one of those days when I miss being a kid in the suburbs. The weather was just so nice and . . . clean feeling. I wanted to go outside and play with my friends. But sadly, no one was home, I don't have rollerblades, and I don't know how to ride a bike. Four Square would have been nice, though.
So instead, I sat on my window seat with the windows open and read a book while the kittens flipped out about the birds.
Good day. And I mean that it was a good day. I wasn't saying "Good day" as in "Good day, sir. I said 'good day!'"
Okay, that's it.
We'll see what tomorrow's like.
So instead, I sat on my window seat with the windows open and read a book while the kittens flipped out about the birds.
Good day. And I mean that it was a good day. I wasn't saying "Good day" as in "Good day, sir. I said 'good day!'"
Okay, that's it.
We'll see what tomorrow's like.