I'll allow it.
I will admit that there are those days
when I want to punch someone's crying baby in the face while at Winco due to my lack of sleep,
or when I want to curl up in a ball to eat Kit Kats while watching Nashville all day,
or days when I get frustrated with the husband and roam around Target for hours on end
and only come home with milk and random Christmas decorations.
I'm one of those people who laughs when I'm nervous or in an awkward situation.
Car wreck 2 years ago?
I got out of the car laughing about how my diet coke flew all over the car and onto my new phone.
I got out of the car laughing about how my diet coke flew all over the car and onto my new phone.
Skin cancer surgery a year ago?
I told little kids that the scar on my arm was because of a bite from a rabid raccoon.
Or that I was mauled in the ocean by a shark because I didn't listen to my mom.
I told little kids that the scar on my arm was because of a bite from a rabid raccoon.
Or that I was mauled in the ocean by a shark because I didn't listen to my mom.
Itso-facto, I'm not perfect.
Which is fine, because isn't that what makes life interesting?
I want to start writing more about everyday life being my everyday self.
Seeing as how my blog is called Breezy DAYS, then I should probably write more
about the weirdness of life along with all the fun & fluffy.
about the weirdness of life along with all the fun & fluffy.
There you go readers, this is the "real/day to day" me.
I lie to little children for my own personal enjoyment.
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