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Baby, you're nowhere...
Okay, I had to post a link to this picture because. It is Rupert Grint. In his ice cream truck. That he owns. Mr. Whippy. How cute it that?! Gives me the warm fuzzies, that one.
I went shopping the other day and I guess it's just me being grumpy, but seriously. It is in the mid-90s here in south Texas (please weep for me) and ALL the stores are stocked with sweaters. Sweaters. Don't get me wrong. I have a long-standing love affair with sweaters. They are my rock, in good times and bad. But really. Also, the one thing I hate about shopping is its crack-like effect. I immediately want to start buying things all the time. Hmmm.
I am listening to U2's Achtung Baby and re-living some funny, painful, drink-induced, hazy memories of 1992. Yes. Oh, noes!
I went shopping the other day and I guess it's just me being grumpy, but seriously. It is in the mid-90s here in south Texas (please weep for me) and ALL the stores are stocked with sweaters. Sweaters. Don't get me wrong. I have a long-standing love affair with sweaters. They are my rock, in good times and bad. But really. Also, the one thing I hate about shopping is its crack-like effect. I immediately want to start buying things all the time. Hmmm.
I am listening to U2's Achtung Baby and re-living some funny, painful, drink-induced, hazy memories of 1992. Yes. Oh, noes!