Sigh, i killed my first squirrel this morning. I didn’t mean to, I’m totally that crazy chick who stops for squirrels in the middle of the road. A bus was bearing down on him and he panicked and jumped into my lane. I wasn’t even sure what happened until I saw him in my rearview mirror.
I’m still floating in this happy bubble from the weekend. Happy happy happy bubble.
Happy bubbles help alleviate squirrel murder guilt.
So does Mexican food. Bryan, David and I are off to chow down on tamales and molé (or Ethiopian, I can’t decide, but I seem to recall David saying he doesn’t like injeera and that’s kind of a staple of ethiopian food. He needs to call me so i can figure this out and call Bryan and set up the plans. Sigh.)
Speaking of plans, birthday party on saturday. We’re going bowling. I don’t know where yet. You’ll be informed.
This dude is the coolest guy ever. I want him to go bowling with me.
David bought banilla flavored yogurt. It’s banana/vanilla, they call it banilla. I’m in love with banilla, I love to say it. Banilla.