I have this thing where I like to be held and I like to be touched...esp. my hair (they didn't call me a hair whore for nothing =X)Sunflower and Sar went out today. I couldn't go =(
the Brother:(introducing me to one of his friends after his concert) This is Kelly. She's not my girlfriend.
Evidently one of the violas saw me and my brother walking to the car after one of his concerts and thought I was his girlfriend. That was pretty funny.the Brother: (trying to remember when he had eaten breakfast) Oh yeah...I was watching cartoons.Daddy: Yes, you were watching them with me, remember?
My mom gave me this look. My brother is seventeen. My dad is fifty-seven. Go figure.The bf fed me pineapple (yum) and this odd white fruit that his mom was eating. The pineapple was good. The white fruit was...odd.