Tuesday, January 29

Oh my word . . .

Sometimes that's all you can say.
Sometimes that's all you need to say. 
Like when your exhaust pipe falls off twice in one day, once when you're pulling out of the driveway to go to class and once in the Chick-fil-a drive through.
Like when your professor doesn't email the class that your 8 AM slow, painful death Crossfit aerobics class is cancelled and you could have slept in another hour.
Like when you have all these great ideas for stories but can't write them because you've just painted your nails and they aren't dry yet and then you forget them.
Yeah. . . 
Oh my word. . .
Good thing Somebody knows what's going on, right?