Signs of a slacker
Morning breath at 3 pm.
Penciled drawings of snowmen littered all over desktop. (Maybe you'll get an explanation for this later.)
Unmade bed.
Unfolded laundry from Laundry Day Monday.
Unwashed dishes.
Hiding from a stinky diaper bum.
No desire to finish reading library book. (Too many words I can't pronounce. And language that is really proper. I keep stumbling through the pages.)
Mismatched socks. On purpose.
No Christmas tree or lights out. Does a tree star count? How about styrofoam snow?
And lots and lots of hours of Princess Polly Pockets with The Bug.
Penciled drawings of snowmen littered all over desktop. (Maybe you'll get an explanation for this later.)
Unmade bed.
Unfolded laundry from Laundry Day Monday.
Unwashed dishes.
Hiding from a stinky diaper bum.
No desire to finish reading library book. (Too many words I can't pronounce. And language that is really proper. I keep stumbling through the pages.)
Mismatched socks. On purpose.
No Christmas tree or lights out. Does a tree star count? How about styrofoam snow?
And lots and lots of hours of Princess Polly Pockets with The Bug.
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pinest
You hab da pinest pair of boots dat I'be eber seend.