Hookie

I woke up on Thursday to go to school. I got dressed, I packed my bag, I drank entirely too much coffee. Like, a minute before I walked out the door, my dad called.

"Hey do you wanna skip school today and tomorrow and go to the beach?"

"Heck yeah."

And we drove to the beach.

Anyway, so I skipped two days of school. I don't care, we're having fun and I might have cried before the weekend was over if I hadn't skipped.

The road trip over was uneventful, sans the rest stop place that had a coffee vending machine that I obviously had to try, but only gave me dirty, lukewarm water. It wasn't even hot enough to burn me. Like, come on, man. If you're gonna give me dirty water instead of coffee, I at least want it to burn going down.


Also, Lou and I are almost adults. Not only did we raid a candy shoppe like, 30 minutes ago, I might be dragging Lou and my dad to Build-A-Bear. They have Ghostbuster bears.

I'm really good at spending unreasonable amounts of money. Not only do I desperately want Bear Build-A-Bear, I also just invested in Smartpaks for Mister, I'm also looking into a new bridle for him. His current bridle is a $20 Kincade from the Rolex clearance bin and I'm starting to regret the purchase. The leather is absolutely ridiculous and it's killing me. It's like, chaffing and falling apart.

Also, you'll notice I changed my profile picture. I'm mentioning this because I'm proud of it. Look at this:

This took two cups of cold coffee and an hour please kill me.

I think it's my Halloween prep. That's as good as it gets from me.