On point, I think this was one of our more put-together years, y'know? No rush, no wardrobe malfunctions, no catfights. (are there ever catfights?)
Sasspants. All of us, every single dastardly one.
On a MORE IMPORTANT note... I have to go on some medication this weekend and I'll be forced to stay en casa. I'll be living a town called Suckersville, population 2. (me and my kickass Wilder, who lives there even when he doesn't have to.)
WHO WILL COME TO VISIT MEEEEEE? I implore you to. I'll be waiting with tofu and some medication you wouldn't be paid to take.
Actually, all I can say is... be jealous, yeah, be jealous of enforced house arrest.
I'll see you on the flipside
(of what?)
