Ooof, stress.

My summer is ohhh so stressful.

Today I'm planning to workout.

Swim{slash}tan.

Take in some pants.

And thrift.

Wow. SOOO stressful.

I hope all you working babies are having a fabulous day!

xoxo.

Oh the children

So.... funny story.

I nanny.

Overnight.

A couple nights a week.

The cutest most adorable children.

In the ENTIRE universe.

And they straight up say/do the darndest things.

Example:

Yesterday Em calls my name,

I can hear her and Lo dying in a fit of laughter.

so, naturally, I make her wait ten minutes,

then I come in to see she has made me a Mii Character.

It looked a little something like this:

Not only was I black and have a mustache.

But I looked like Mr. T.

Oh. And I was fat.

I remember the first time I came over and used sarcasm,

they thought I was straight insane,

now, oh man, they can dish it.

Those little monsters I have created.

I have inadvertently begun a war in that house....

Boy am I glad Matty can't talk yet.

Cause with sisters like that?

Good luck Matt.

I pity the fool.

xoxo.



My Summer Bucket List. {LEGIT}

My Summer Bucket List:

{If I don't complete the list by the end of summer,

my punishment?

I have to kick the bucket.

Which for your information is like kick the can,

but with a bucket.

Much more classy.}

-....uhh.....nothing.

I'm doing nothing this summer.

And I have to do it.

See above for the fine print.

Ya. That just happened.

Happy summer everyone.

HA!

xoxo.

Card.Board.Boxes?

Situation:

I rented some text books for this semester.

Only problem with renting is that they must be RETURNED.

To some obscure place in who-knows-where-middle-America.

So my parents have been riding me to get on it, considering they are due back this week.

Obviously I've been putting it off.

But today my Dad woke me up and threatened to force feed me milk if I didn't do it.

Calm down.

That was a joke.

My Dad would never do that.... because then he'd have to hear my whining.

aaaaanyway,

we couldn't find boxes anywhere.

So that innovative father of mine decided me would make boxes out of cardboard.

Convo:

Me: "Wow Dad, I'm so freaking impressed with you right now."

{Insert sarcasm.... here.}

Dad: "Why? Because I can make a box out of cardboard?"

Me: "Ya, I think anyone else would've just gone and bought one."

Me again: "I think you could make a career out of this."

Dad: "Haley, if you are that impressed with this I'm surprised you aren't married yet."

Me: "None of my guy friends would be able to do that."

Dad: "Alright I'm going to go call ____. I'll bet he could do it. And he is my favorite."

Realization:

I probably would marry a guy who could make boxes out of cardboard.

Cause I really was THAT impressed.

Almost...

Today is the last day of finals.

Whoooooo.

Now everyone can stop holding their breath.

And by everyone I mean me.

There is something about finals that makes me...

sad to see best friends go,

sad to have to give up hang out time,

happy as all get out to not have school,

and want to move to China... uhh... more on that later.

But really.

4 more pages of this paper and a spanish final later we will be made over.

Hawttt dog.

xoxo.