Yesterday I helped Mom carry a bunch of boxes into this place and she tried to sell old curriculum. It was a used curriculum sale thing, so that was perfectly fine. I was kind of bored though, so I played with playing cards, colored a pocahontas picture, and read in this 'poetry of the world' book.
Sometimes I like poetry but sometimes I just don't.
Most of these didn't spark my interest.
I also ate trail mix.
I wanted to go up to the third floor and be alone but they made an announcement before I got to that said "the second and third floors are off limits." So much for that. So I sat at the table and wrote down the purchase of three board books for 75 cents since Mom was gone so SOMEONE had to do it.
And on the way home I went to Subway while Mom went to HEB and the guy behind the counter was incredibly soft-spoken but I managed to communicate with him enough to get a sandwich for me and Mom to split though he didn't hear me mention spinach so there wasn't any on the sandwich. Oh well.
I like knee socks. This blog has nothing to do with knee socks, except when it does. This was mangapasta from 2009-2013. It's been archived now... sorta?
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com·ment [kom-ent]
noun
1. a remark, observation, or criticism
4. a note in explanation, expansion, or criticism of a passage in a book, article, or the like; annotation.
5. explanatory or critical matter added to a text.
(from dictionary.com)