Boy was eating chips and I asked him to save me some. So he left me the crumbs – crumbs I couldn’t get into the bean dip. So I stuck my finger in the bean dip and then rolled my finger in the crumbs and repeated until all the crumbs were gone. I looked up and boy was looking at me like I had just dirty sanchezed the tostido bag. It was my bean dip at my apartment! I don’t care if he’ll never eat out of it again.
And then I said I was going to blog about it.
And the he mocked my blogging!
But I’m not allowed to say anything b/c my birthday was beautiful.
It was indeed, but now it’s over.