While I may personally dislike bare snatch, my ambition is completely bald.This made me laugh out loud, although I no longer remember what it was in reference to. I think it had something to do with the online class that I signed up for, but whatever the point was got lost in the fitful slumber that finally overtook me. When I woke up this morning, I only recalled that fine line and how relieved I was to be returning to a bed made from cushiony material that lacked a hideous ocean-themed comforter that smelled musty.
This is not to say that I did not have a good time in Ocean City. I enjoyed myself immensely. While I wish some other people could have made it, everyone who did join us was super fun. It was especially great to spend a full week with Alex and her two kids, and half a week with Dianne and her daughter. I even managed to splash around happily in the waves of the ocean, the consequences (seaweed crotch) be damned. Further, I stopped by an old lady boutique and got a new bathing suit. It was 40% off and it fits quite nicely. When I look in the mirror, I no longer have the urge to smear Gorgonzola on myself because my resemblance to a ripe juicy pear is not as strong as it was in my old suit. (While I love pears with smelly cheese, I am pleased to not look like what I eat.)
At the same time, I received an email while I was gone, instructing me that I "will have fun" at an upcoming event. If you have to remind me that it will be a good time and I should look forward to it, that's probably not the case. Oh well. At least I'll come home to a nice bed.
Is it just me, or does that sentence sound like something you would encounter on the SAT's? Remember those sections where you had to dissect stuff like that?
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now that is the suzanne I know and love.
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