Things that cannot screen for breast cancer and things that can.
MARK, WHERE IS MY LOOFAH? YOU’RE KILLING ME HERE! YOU KNOW I CAN’T REACH MY BACK WITHOUT MY LOOFAH! WHY WOULD YOU MOVE IT?
I SWEAR TO GOD YOU’RE LIKE A WALKING COLLECTION OF BATHROOM PET PEEVES. IF YOU WANT TO KEEP SLEEPING OVER WE’RE LAYING DOWN GROUND RULES. YOU SQUEEZE THE TOOTHPASTE FROM THE BOTTOM, LIKE AN ADULT, YOU PUT THE SOAP BACK IN THE SOAP DISH, SPECIFICALLY INVENTED TO HOLD SOAP, AND YOU PUT THE NEW ROLL OF TOILET PAPER ON THE DAMNED DISPENSER, NOT SITTING ON TOP OF THE EMPTY ROLL!
UGH! IT’S LIKE LIVING WITH A CAVEMAN!
Omg. So many lolz.
HORRIBLE BLOOD STAINS? WHAT HORRIBLE BLOOD STAINS? THIS IS JUST … CORN SYRUP, FOR MY EXCITING NEW ART INSTALLATION. IT’S CALLED “NOBODY DIED HERE AT ALL, CERTAINLY NOT MY STUPID EX-BOYFRIEND” AND I THINK THE MOMA WILL PROBABLY BE INTERESTED.
MOVE ALONG. I DON’T WANT YOU INFLUENCING MY ART WITH YOUR AMATEUR ASSESSMENTS.
srs lolz
First leg of the drive: complete!
Getting out of AZ was pretty uneventful. Woke up this morning to take Amelia for a walk and there were more hot air balloons than birds in the sky.
Off to OKC…