Last night Paul & I hung out with the neighbors. But the funny part of being 20 somethings living in suburbia is that our ages summed up is still 10 years younger than the next youngest neighbor we have.
Seeking maxi dresses with shoulder coverage that do not have cutouts or a deep open back with potential to see crack. Sincerely a very sweaty young lady in corporate STEM trying to make it through the summer without melting.
Fully convinced every romantic novel is set in a large home with an open floor plan where a very small women falls in love with a very large man because the way they talk about being romantically swept up and carried romantically is impractical. I’d break 2 vases and Paul.