Last night all started when I way carrying my dog and sliced my toe open. With a staple. From our really old couch. Not that it hurt that much, but there was blood everywhere. I think it's time for a new couch dad. Not to mention bandaids. You think with how prepared I am for everything and how accident prone I am we would have bandaids in the house. Nope. So I had to settle for pre-wrap my entire foot. Typical.
Thankfully the evening went up from there. Creeping out the waiters at Pizza Mizza and coloring their kids menus was only half of it. It was Whole Foods for dessert and then off to my high school to ride Razor scooters in the dark. Do you know how much fun it is to ride scooters at a deserted high school trying to avoid janitors? And then we went off to this one cool kids house to throw axes, shoot bee-be guns, and zip-line in the dark... what? To top it all of the entire night we crammed 4 people in the smallest car ever that just happened to be stick shift. You never really realize how tall you are until you have to sit sideways with you head touching the ceiling while zipping over speed bumps trying not to get a concussion. That's a joke people. I'm like 5'6".
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