I just learned that from old peeps that I was just like Emma when I was her age. A weirdo, but funny because of it (I hope?).  Auntie Koolant Cary told me that she used to take me out every Friday and buy me a toy from Wal-Mart. One time I wanted a tickle-me-elmo, and it was too expensive, so she had to say no. And I said I understood, but asked if I could just kiss Elmo goodbye first? Except I couldn't pronounce "kiss." I said "piss." So I go down the aisle and piss every single Elmo. I'm in tears. She's a little bit in tears. And she used money she didn't have to buy me that damn toy.

Sucker.

Yesterday was good. I painted a whole house! Like a real sized house! I picked a ton of fresh veggies from a garden. I cooked the shit out of them and tried new recipes. Successful ones. I watched some funny tv (Louie)!  I didn't waste a minute napping. I ate a foot long veggie sub with motha fuckin avacados from Subway.  I went to autozone and picked out an oil filter all by myself. I even got the right one. I got my oil changed and my car drives like a dream.  I got a free Dr. Pepper from a stranger at a gas station. I dog sat the cutest dog on the planet. I swam the night away with my family, watched a beautiful sunset from the pool, and had a beer in one hand and baby Kate in the other the whole time. Oh just lurvely.