"This boots belongs to" is the message on a label on the inside of my son's boots. Very poor grammar.
I went shopping the day after Thanksgiving. I stunk at it. I was pushed by people on all sides until I finally just took my cart and waited in an aisle where no one was. I waited for my shopping partner to fill the cart full of wonderful deals. We waited for 30 minutes in a line of 300 at 5:30 am in 20 degree weather without coats and only a baby blanket from my trunk to warm us. Maybe next year I will stay asleep.
Last night the smell of "someone's" repeated gas expulsions literally hurt my stomach.
My feet have been cold for 6 days straight.
I'm reading Pride and Prejudice and for once I can feel proud of one of my books in front of the literary world (better than the books on sale for $4.98 at the bookstore).
Everyone is getting really crappy presents for Christmas and no one will be pleased with them.
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