Full circle.
A little bit of my past crept up on me today and I didn't like it. Move on winds, please. I'm doing chants and begging in dance for the sky to turn over.
In other news, Jac and I flew a sweet pocket kite today for a ridiculous amount of hours at the park. I loved every minute of it. I felt really silly because I don't know anyone other than the two of us who would dedicate that really goofy amount of time to putting a ninety-nine cent, piece of vinyl, fishing line kite into flight. But I loved it anyway. I could spend all of my time at the park. Easy.
I was really very content for most of today. Which is a strange feeling. But I embrace that.
I'm very excited for the St. Patrick's Day party. It's probably my favorite fake holiday for the following reasons:
1. I'm actually Irish.
2. I don't have to buy anyone anything.
3. Potato foods to the power of BubbaGump shrimp varieties.
4. Ridiculous amounts of spring.
5. All kinds of sick, festive things at the dollar store that only I would buy.
Anyway, way to be a 36-year-old woman, Mary Kate. Get outta here.
One, two, three, four
Will is my friend
Will sings like John
Goin' back to California
Will is the west
Coast with me
Will is a past
Is a plenty
Will is a good friend of mine
With whom I spend a whole lot of my time
The lemon tree
It laughs at me
It's growing beautifully
The little veins
It would unwind
And it'll wrap your whole in time
Now let's have a glass of wine
Now let's have another glass of wine
This is the water
In which we wade
This is our father
And this is how he strayed
This is the wind
And this is the breeze
I oooooeeee
Will is my friend
Will sings like John
Goin' back to California
In other news, Jac and I flew a sweet pocket kite today for a ridiculous amount of hours at the park. I loved every minute of it. I felt really silly because I don't know anyone other than the two of us who would dedicate that really goofy amount of time to putting a ninety-nine cent, piece of vinyl, fishing line kite into flight. But I loved it anyway. I could spend all of my time at the park. Easy.
I was really very content for most of today. Which is a strange feeling. But I embrace that.
I'm very excited for the St. Patrick's Day party. It's probably my favorite fake holiday for the following reasons:
1. I'm actually Irish.
2. I don't have to buy anyone anything.
3. Potato foods to the power of BubbaGump shrimp varieties.
4. Ridiculous amounts of spring.
5. All kinds of sick, festive things at the dollar store that only I would buy.
Anyway, way to be a 36-year-old woman, Mary Kate. Get outta here.
One, two, three, four
Will is my friend
Will sings like John
Goin' back to California
Will is the west
Coast with me
Will is a past
Is a plenty
Will is a good friend of mine
With whom I spend a whole lot of my time
The lemon tree
It laughs at me
It's growing beautifully
The little veins
It would unwind
And it'll wrap your whole in time
Now let's have a glass of wine
Now let's have another glass of wine
This is the water
In which we wade
This is our father
And this is how he strayed
This is the wind
And this is the breeze
I oooooeeee
Will is my friend
Will sings like John
Goin' back to California