I have finally come to my conclusion on how I am going to handle this Nick soap opera.
I am going to wait till Monday, see if he annoys me, and go from there! That is my glorious rational measure to take.
Our upstairs looks so odd. The wall that was making the spare room up there a spare room is now lying on out driveway. The walls that were once covered in brown paneling are now covered in white. Instead of a feel of vile carpet on my bare feet there is a cool hardwood feel. It is more open and the air circulates more so it's cooler in the summer and warmer in the winter.
Aunt Sharon is now the coach's assistant in the girl's golf team. I played golf once....I didn't get a hole in one, but I did hit a guy and that's way more satisfying. Your supposed to yell FORE, but I was too busy mumbling that there was no way that's gonna hit him.
Dad wanted some donuts. We went to that donut shop place in Clemson and bought some and the guy gave me a recieipt for the donut. I don't need a receipt for the donut, I give you the money, you give me the donut, end of transaction. We do not need to bring ink and paper into this. I can not imagine a senerio where I would have to prove that I bought a donut. Some skeptical friend. Don't even act like I didn't get that donut. I got the documentation right here.
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