this morning when carl and i were walking into work, he realized he had a sock in his jeans. like right behind his left knee.
it cracks me up especially because he likes to take his socks off and leave them around the house, and it pisses me off.
i am a tied-down, 36-year-old who loves life and loves random-ness. i love adventures and can hardly say no to a challenge. i love being alone, and i love meeting new people. i love writing and running and cherry coke zero. i collect dvds and shot glasses. i like to talk, and i think i'm pretty entertaining. i could be way wrong.
No comments:
Post a Comment