A man pulled up along side me yesterday and asked, “ma’am is that a car on top of a car?” I shook my head because— obviously— and he nodded in acceptance as the light turned.
Jack’s bed is from the 90s but i bet you’re all totally envious because you probably dont go to sleep in a race car.
It’s my baby’s third birthday today. We went to Denny’s at 1am for pancakes and sausage and now he’ll be asleep for 100 years. I’ve planned a chuck e. Cheese excursion around 1pm but first thing’s first: being our last day in the apartment it has to be picked up and his bed must be roped to the top of my car.