Grocery shopping today was hell. No details, that's all you need to know, all anyone needs to know. Let's just say this: the check out lady referred to them as "nitro meets glycerin."
Why do such incredibly sweet kids act so rotten on occasion? And why is it always at the worst time?
Changing gears, for a second...what do you think of their new sunglasses? They think they are hot stuff, fo' realzies.
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