I know I just wrote yesterday, but it's my blog; I do what I want.
So, is it not funny the extreme measures we go to when we want people to love us?
It's just so ironic to me.
We've spent days (for my mom, months) getting ready for my brother to come home. With his fiance. Whom we have not met yet!
They'll be here in like. 5 minutes. But we're all still frantically doing stuff. In each our own ways. It's so cute. I'm doing what I would want at somebody else's house, and making sure I look top-notch so she doesn't hate me or my outfit.. lol..
My dad is outside, scraping all the ice off our porch and moving our cars around..
and my mom is baking her a birthday cake and making lunch.
It's just funny to me.
And they're almost here so I'm gonna jet.
:]
So, is it not funny the extreme measures we go to when we want people to love us?
It's just so ironic to me.
We've spent days (for my mom, months) getting ready for my brother to come home. With his fiance. Whom we have not met yet!
They'll be here in like. 5 minutes. But we're all still frantically doing stuff. In each our own ways. It's so cute. I'm doing what I would want at somebody else's house, and making sure I look top-notch so she doesn't hate me or my outfit.. lol..
My dad is outside, scraping all the ice off our porch and moving our cars around..
and my mom is baking her a birthday cake and making lunch.
It's just funny to me.
And they're almost here so I'm gonna jet.
:]
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