Day 43 – Who’s A Genius? Not Me, That’s For Sure
I have contacts in.
Old and confused much?
I know I’m not talking about food anymore but I have to say this, next week, when my birthday week is finally over with, I want salads. Lots and lots of salads.
To offset all of the crap I’ve been guilt-free indulging in.
God, I’m craving a salad right now!
Sure. I say that because I just got done eating dinner. A dinner that contained no salad.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll have a salad for my birthday lunch with my mom, my niece and the attempted murderer/great nephew.
But I wouldn’t bet on it.
I don’t know what I’m going to wear to my roller skating birthday party. Have I mentioned that I’m having a roller skating birthday party on my birthday? No?
I know what I’d like to wear – something Napoleon Dynamite might wear to a roller skating birthday party. Short shorts, gym socks with stripes, a head band. I just don’t think I’ll have enough time to search the Twin Cities’ secondhand stores for my dream outfit.