Jamming in the car on the way to school with a playlist I made called “kids” so DO NOT BLAME ME FOR ITS CONTENT.
“If you were going to go into an auto repair shop that makes a promise that says that they are going to guarantee their work, they’ll have a place for you to sit, and they will talk to you in a language that you understand, would you give them a try?”
A vision of what lies ahead and what lies ahead is flat out terror.
The boots were made for walking, but the coat was made for leaving at home.
The number of things wrong with this is so high that it makes the concept of infinity seem tiny.
Do not drive and Instagram.
Back in June I wrote about discovering Marlo’s talent for rhythm, and since then I have noticed that she has developed a knack for picking up song lyrics.