BFF: your son has proven his birthright again
ME: did he want cheese or bacon for breakfast again?
BFF: no, we were watching footage from DFW and they showed the radar of the cells moving through
Danyal: flower, pretty flower. I like flower
BFF: no that's the radar. It's a tornado
Danyal: Tornado flower? Pretty, I like tornado flower!
ME: yep he's mine, 100% mine
The rest of the day went downhill. I finally got some clarification about why I'm not getting picked for interviews and it's total BS. I'm feeling so defeated I'm still not sure about posting. I know I need and that I really want this, but at what price. Maybe 3rd time is really the charm.
This one, with the pinkies up, he's mine~
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