Stop eating cookies. One is enough.
Ok.... I'll just have one. Well, and this second one is broken in half...
...And this part is broken too.
Ok, that's ENOUGH! STOP!
I'm trying but I can't!!! I think I might be at the point of no return!!
Save the last one for later!! Don't eat them all at once!!
I think it's too late!!!
Just walk away, you idiot!!!
Its gravitational pull is too strong (quickly eating it)!!
And that's how it went down. I think I blacked out after that.
When I came to, I visited my grandma. She was asking me about a trip I'm leaving for this weekend. Her first question after, "are you excited?" was, "How are you going to wear your hair." She's become very concerned lately about me letting my hair fall over my face at all. She said tonight, "Your hair looks so pretty from behind when it's curly."
She is constantly telling me to put two barrettes in it - one on either side - even when it's curly. This is what I imagine whenever she says that:
I mean, no offense to Anne, who looked adorable with that hair style. I just don't think a thirty-blank year old can pull it off. Nor do I want to try.