There were 5 young adults/teenagers/college kids/I’m too old to tell standing in the Target parking lot yesterday. At first I thought they were dressed for a decades party. But then I realized they were just dressed for life and I’m really old.
I don’t know how to figure out who my top Spotify plays were but it’s probably just a mixture of blippi’s greatest hits and Daniel Tiger’s hottest jingles and I could do without those confirmed statistics, tbh.
Grady just told me I’ve been going through so many books lately that it’s like I’m trying to earn some Pizza Hut points. I’ve never felt more seen by the man. That personal pan pizza was a true pot of gold.
Grady set a trap tonight for the possum that has taken up residence underneath our house. I walked in on him slicing up hot dogs and strawberries for bait. We’re just over here wining and dining marsupials. 2020 is a real treat.
Our kid asked today if there was an end to the sky. Grady explained that there wasn’t and used the phrase “earth is kind of like a ball” to make his point.
KIND OF like a ball?!
If I’m quarantined with a closet flat earther, imma be so mad.