Monday Bear

So I forgot something else I want for my birthday, which was 10 days ago: new belly dance apparel. And new pointe shoes. And a cat box, because I have TWO. NEW. KITTENS!

Just for the record, I expected you to read that aloud and with enthusiasm, much like people do WHEEL. OF. FORTUNE!, if you couldn’t tell by the boldness and capitalization. If you didn’t read it aloud and with enthusiasm, I advise that you go back and do so. I think you’d appreciate it much more.

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So there’s been this watermelon in a bag in my fridge for about three weeks now. Matt brought it home, and he hasn’t touched it yet. I probably won’t eat it, because I don’t eat squishy fruits (tomatoes, over-ripe bananas, over-ripe anything). He probably won’t eat it, because he forgets about leftovers easily.

Gabe probably won’t eat it, because, well, he’s Columbian, and I don’t think they have watermelon in Columbia.

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So I cannot “access” (steal) interweb from my apartment using my computer, so I have to take it to school, so I can “access” their WiFi. First off, I want to leave the house, but here’s what I find to put on my feet:

• 1 black flip flop
• 1 pink flip flop
• 1 brown flip flop
• 2 very stinky, tacky, yellow flip flops left over from my freshman year of high school.

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