Today I decided to take a couple last pictures of Kaya before my mom takes her back to Barrett's house, where she is staying before her teacher class thingie. Kaya is very glad to be going back to her sisters, though her cousins will miss her. It has been 5 weeks, after all.
So I bought #61 a while back on the Jills Steals and Deals thingamabob. It took both my mom and brother standing over my shoulder saying "wow that IS a great deal!" To convince dad that $78 was a fabulous price not to be passed up.
And now I'm wondering if she should be a normal person or a forest spirit.
Here's a squirrell. He was watching me very intently.
One day when I was a 6th grader and was particularly displeased with my airhead peers, I told my dad that I was going to write a book and name it "Petty Conversations For the Weak Minded" and use my lunch table for research. He laughed, because that was a very witty thing for a 6th grader to say, and then went back to making dinner.
That night I didn't feel like sleeping (I never feel like sleeping at night) so I began to write a how-to book for those who wanted desperately to talk as frivolously as those who ruled the 6th grade.
The the most important part of a petty conversation is the dissing. Whether it's fashion, food, or friends, complaining is the key. What brings us together is common hatred, not common likes.
Conversation starter: "You know what I hate..."
Tip: search the very depths of your soul for the smallest worry or dislike. For example: the way someone ties their shoelaces.
Complaining is the one thing you need for a petty conversation, but what should you complain about?
Apparently 8th grade graduation is a very serious thing. They want you to dress nice and stand up/sit down in this special choreographed way. "And all the parents are there you don't want to embarrass yourselfffffff!!!!" This is strange because my town is a boatload of rural, hunting, sports fans who's most urban experience is a Seahawks game. Formalities aren't their thing. I see them more as loud, excitable, gung ho Americans eager to root for Seahawks Seahawks Seahawks.
Why do we suddenly care about nice clothes and walking in a straight line? Hmmmm...
No. It didn't go as planned.
No, it wasn't really fateful.
No, you should not try it.
NO ONE WAS HURT! YAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
So yesterday I attempted to perform an eye swap on Lilly and Rylan. I poured hot water in their faces to get them squishy, and popped out their eyes with a wooden spoon. It wasn't until then, when I was sitting on my floor with bowls of hot water and decapitated doll bodies strewn around me that I remembered Rylan and Lilly's eyelids are different colors.
So I thought I better put up these entries. The AGPC theme was summer, and Tenley's 20 follower thingy's theme was flowers. I decided to kill two birds with one stone... or... two contests with one photo. I don't know if that's even legal, but whatever.
I went to target the other day with my mom. She and my brother went to look for clothes and I dashes off to the Our Generation section, hoping that the Hip To Be Square outfit was there. It was! And so was the Jumping for Joy romper thingie! I hadn't expected that because I hadn't found it anywhere online recently. I love OG clothing, but if there is one thing they could improve, it would be the consistency. Numerous people have expressed their dissatisfaction over the fact that what's online isn't the same as what's in the store, which isn't the same as what's in the store one city over. It is very frustrating.