The next time I start to think it’s an okay idea to go shopping with my mom could someone please remind me it is always a bad idea? She needs a cheerleading team bigger than I can manage, and does not like anything that anyone has ever designed in the history of fashion except for things which she could swear she saw once maybe ten years ago but hasn’t seen since. Okay, well. I’m usually better about it, but I’m exhausted today and yes, anyway. I may have sent Josh a message which included the word “insufferable.”
Now I’m drinking some wine at home and am about to bang out the remainder of chapter six. If I have time before bed I’ll start doing some face doodles! Thank you to you lovely people who volunteered, by the way, I am really grateful to have some willing/aware guinea pigs. :D Hopefully this does not end in tears. HA HA. Uhh. (I am so confident! Super duper! CAN YOU TELL)
