I found this wrinkled, ripped up envelope, with what appears to be a shopping list for a party, in my front yard. How it got there and who these people are, I have no idea.
But clearly my name is not on the list—which is probably for the best because there appear to be more girls than boys as it is. It’s never fun to be the one of the sad, lonely few NOT making out with a boy *sigh*
ICE…BURR! (Yes, Virginia, ice really IS cold)
Well, I hope nobody got alcohol poisoning via the beer bong… (See also: Things only a mom would say)