The world does not want me to swim this summer. =/ Boo hiss boo on the weather. But it was nice to hang out with Brooke for a little bit, even if we were both tired and a little useless.

Dad's dog ate my bread. She crawled up onto the kitchen counter, gods-only-know-how, and ate my damn bread. I am not well pleased. I was up very late making it, and ( Read more... )

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