At least one more funny.
And it involved the person that creates half the humor in my daily life lately. Adam is up to bat yet again.
Passing period 2/3...I was heading to my locker (for some aminal crackers...I forgot to eat breakfast) and Adam was heading from his locker to what I assume was English. He paused, looked me up and down and said, "We match!"
Shore 'nuff. Choir sweatshirt and jeans. Just about as casual as I get. And him, too, apparently. I laughed and headed for my crackers again.
Choir...Well, after choir, really. I was leaving, he was waiting for everyone to clear out. He looked at me again and declared "You have to change."
Pah-ha. I took off my sweatshirt for lunch, simply because it was stinkin' hot (wow!) where Laura and I were sitting. Of course, I had to put it back on afterwards, so that I could go up to Adam and tell him that we're not quite matching, 'cause my shoes kicked his shoes butts.
He replied that I was splitting hairs, and I should just hurry along.
Snort.
Mmk...cello practicin' now.
Ciao.
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Which shoes were you wearing? the patchwork quilt ones?
oh dear, hmmm, and awful lot about Adam lately....:)
Point being? lol
;)
and ma, they were my new black flats with the buckle on da toe. His were just tennies or something
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