This morning: getting up and cleaning furiously because we are expecting guests.
Noon: my boy’s friends, who he hadn’t seen in a while, trickle into town. My friend woke my boy up by throwing a burrito and fat bottle of crown royal at him.
Afternoon: shot guns at a shooting range with the reunited Math Camp. This was my first time using a firearm and I kinda want to become Bree from Desperate Housewives. She was always my favorite character.
Night: nomz. Mad nomz.
Midnight: *censored*
3 am: sleepy time.
