So Andrew took a picture of a sign for me in front of some randome church that said, "God sent Jesus: The one bailout plan that worked" Does no one else find that the least bit amusing? Anyways, I revised one of three essays I'm working on (revision wise, I'm also working on another essay, but it's not a revision). Thanksgiving was fun, got a kiss from my cute little cousin after he yanked on my earrings. Adorable. My sister and I then told dad to either adopt or get married and have a few more. Savannah said he should adopt twin Chinese babies, a boy and a girl so that they could protect us with Kung-Fu. Then I said "No, a British baby." At which my sister laughed. It was a joke from a stand-up comedian whose name I do not recall. We thought it was funny, so we bring it up every once in a while (only her and I know what we're laughing about). An arguement soon began. She was all, "British kids aren't born with the accent, stupid." And then I was like, "Yeah well my British kid is just as likely to have a British accent as your Chinese twins are to know Kung-Fu." On and on we went. The winner is yet to be decided (*cough* me *cough*).
Oh, I ran out of paper and I didn't want to run to my moms to get some so I sent a text out...guess whose friends dropped paper off at WORK? Mine of course! Two entire packs, and they were college rule! If my friends were males I'd marry them...alas they are not so I cannot. Too bad.
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