I was going to talk about something more profound (not really) today, but the mail lady just dropped off a package from K for A.
I know you're dying to know what's in it, so without further ado, here's the list.
Three bags of hot cheetos, a bag of skittles, a bag of tootsie rolls, a bag of twizzlers, a seashell candle, two coloring books, a small plush dora, and four dollars. Oh, and a card that says "Mommy loves you".
Ignoring the massive amounts of junk food and candy and the random ass candle, I am proud to know she at least knows how to spell Mommy. Wish I could say the same for Dady. Listen people, we have low standards over here.
Dear God help us.