It is get-your-own-lunch lunchtime and I am faced with a dilemma.
Choosey moms choose Jif. But my dad does the food shopping.
Everybody loves Ritz. Almost everybody. They're an acquired taste.
Guess who's not skipping lunch today? Peanut butter and crackers for the win!
In other news, Freedom tournament is soon! I had a dream last night that I was watching a panel of OOs, and suddenly everyone turned to look at me - apparently it was my turn to speak? I look down at my lap and saw my script. I stood up and started to give the speech ad lib, because it was not memorized, and the judges interrupted me and told me they hated it. So I think I have some work to do before next Wednesday if I want the memorizing nightmares to stop. (I know, I know, suck it up.) I am stoked for Call of the Entrepreneur!
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Dude, I was so confused, it totally *was* a dream. okay. got it now.
in other news; I love you.
peanut butter, ftw
There are now... five days till FEE.
*dies*
Haha, I don't know if you know this...but I rarely eat lunch.
*nod* I disapprove of the Mullaneys' eating (sleeping) habits (or lack thereof) in general. It has yet to produce any effect.
There are now four days till FEE. Why do I feel sick to my stomach?
Ah, Hayley don't feel sick! Whether it's nerves or the peanut butter is unclear, but either way :(
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