I applied for a job. Although belaying kids on a rock wall when I barely weigh anything doesn't seem probable. So no job for me. Welcome to my life...
I also was granted the right to drive for the day. My positive attitude from this morning was squashed when I almost got hit 3 times in our honking SUV. My teenage robot...life.
525,600 minutes.
525,000 moments so dear.
525,600 minutes. How do you measure the life of a woman or a man?
Yep. I just broke out in showtunes.
