It all started at around 7:30pm when Cassandra wanted to take her third nap of the day, and I thought – I can't enable her any longer! I can't do it! (Also, I was bored and wanted her to play with me.)
"Wanna go on a walk?!" I asked her, eyes full of hope and a sweet little sparkle.
"I'll go on a run with you..." she bantered back, knowing what a ridiculous notion it was.
"I'll go on a donut run with you." That was it. My final offer.
And then I brightened, "We can go on a Do-NOT run!!!!"
And in that moment, I swear the world made a little more sense.
Okay, okay, now I'm inspired. Screw an extra hour of studying. Screw that Pretty Little Liars episode waiting to be watched. I'm on a roll here. I have another story for you:
#tbt to that time I burned my nose by blowing out the jasmine-scented candle we so lovingly cradled home from Target. That time was yesterday. #wcw my unburnt nose.
Practically Shakespearean, right? Here's a final tale:
"Wanna to go to In-N-Out?" Cassandra offered one night several weeks ago.
"Yes. Buuuuuuuut, I might make a really bad decision." I said, feeling a little preemptively guilty.
"Oh no, you're going to get a protein burger aren't you..."
There you go. In our world, a bad decision would not be multiple orders of fries or a greasy burger or even a sugar-laden milkshake. No. In our world, a bad decision comes in the form of two lettuce leaves.
That's all I have for today, folks. I'm going back to the books, with my head hung low and my tail drooped sadly behind me. My apologies if this entire post made zero sense – brain capacity is a HOT commodity currently.