I just got back from painting trees for Krista’s church thing. Well, not really. I got back half an hour ago, was berated by the parents who are back regarding the raccoon that got in the trash, ate some fruit, and was punished by having to stand in a wet bush to help put the air conditioner in the window.
I have. So. Many. Bugbites. Oh. Mah. LeGzZzzz.
A phone call just interrupted my list. 45. Minutes. Coach from DePaul. I was going to die.
I don’t know if I’m hungry, I think I’ll try to locate some salsa. Bye.
