we are fireworks
I have an exciting week planned, and none of it involves intensive study for my bar exam. See, I can't get actual with that crap until the bar sends me an acceptance or a rejection. Till then, I'm on screen saver with bar review. If you can picture the law in my head being flying toasters, then you've got the picture.
I went for a jog, and embarassingly enough, when I got to my bar review, my friend goes "where you jogging in browns park?" I like to think I'm invisible most of the time, but apparently, no.
I learned contracts for four hours.
Then I came home and planted pumpkins and messed around with weeds in my back yard.
Zule came home with 140 artillery shells, which we tried out. They rock. The police are so coming to our house this Fourth.