Friday, January 16, 2015

Space Cadet

Law School had made me unable to life. Yesterday I went to get something noterized and left my purse on my kitchen table. No Id, no notarizing. 
Today I was determined to not have a repeat of yesterday. I searched and searched for my purse. Finally found it in my car. My unlocked car. 

I can't life. And I need a wife. A 50's style housewife. I think as long as I share, my fiancé will understand. Right?

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