They brought me back a shirt, a necklace... and then got me a scale? Yes, as in the kind you WEIGH yourself with. My dad then inspected my weight and said 'not bad'
Which I found weird. First of all, why get me a SCALE, secondly, why do you care how much I weigh?
Responded to this by eating a piece of carrot cake, and then mcdonalds. It was pretty good.
I also nearly wet myself thinking about Leonidas from Sparta screaming about chaps. For those of you (aka me, because I'm the only person who will ever read this...) who don't know who I'm talking about I've created a small diagram.
Yeah. Uh, even I'm getting confused by my own diagram. So I'll end this here.
1 comment:
well allison, you've been faithful at commenting on mine...so i figured I'd comment on yours. So I've never got a scale as a gift, I wouldn't be sure what that's supposed to connote either, but you have nothing to worry about because you look great... So don't worry abotu enjoying the "3 F's"!
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