I hate when someone flashes their high beams at me. Like what is it? Is there a cat on my car? Do I have a flat tire? Is there a family of ducks crossing the road ahead? Is my tea mug on my roof? Do I have a deer in my bumper? Am I a piddle? WHAT IS IT?
Ok now that everyone is back and settled down from Nashville - who’s going to sell me their cowboy boots?? B/C I’m going to the Calgary stampede and I don’t know how to use SHEIN website.
I seen some teens girlies walking down McAllister Road with some heavy looking books bags. If they don’t have mikes hard lemonade in there and plan to drink behind the movies on this perfect Friday night… I’ll be disappointed in them.
Just seen a recipe for homemade Doritos. Like no. You can’t make everything homemade. This one is a hard NO. SOMETHINGS STILL BELONG IN A BAG OFF THE SHELF!!
I tried to buy brad some thrifted shirts (camo print b/c…well look at him) and I couldn’t afford them b/c all the trendy girlies are dressed to hunt nowadays.