popcorn bucket

I’ve got a pocket full of sunshine and a mouth full of fillings. I’d rather have that than a potty mouth. I’m pretty sure my dog has a potty mouth, because his breath smells like the boy’s gym bathroom. Woof.

Once again, I am at home. Nothing says “dependence” more than a mommy-daughter date to the DMV to get your licenses renewed…to the same address. Whatever, man. It’s nice to have some consistency.

I tried to teach my mom how to use a stability ball. The only thing we learned was that trying to teach your 63 year old mother how to use a stability ball only leads to bladder instability.

I’m moving to Washington. Well, I’m putting stuff in my car and driving there. Seems like such a waste after renewing my license. My picture was horrible though…I guess it wouldn’t hurt to get a re-do.

Maybe I’ll just get an up-do. I once had to for a friends wedding. It cost me 60 bucks for a overweight woman who smelled of Brittany Spears’ “Circus” to tease my hair and give me 3 curls. I paid for the experience, no doubt.

I asked a boy I know to tell me a funny story. He told me his mom got drunk at a No Doubt concert and threw up in a popcorn bucket. If you have a better story than that, I’d like to hear it. I’m doubtful a better story exists. Although, I heard Anna Karenina is ok.