I'm no one if not a realist, and can tell you without a doubt that I'm terrible at math and consequently the person at group dinners who friends know not to trust with calculating check-splitting. I'm extremely unathletic, tend to find my energy drained within 30 minutes of hanging out in a big group, and am the most awful texter to have ever existed.
If you called me, beeped me, when you wanted to reach me... you'd reach my voicemail and the blackhole known as my text history.
Kim Caroline Not-So-Possible. Seriously I should start letting my friends know that if they really really need to find me, to go ahead and leave a blog comment at Perpetually Caroline. Shameless.
Okay, Caroline, that's enough self-deprecation. No one needs that on a Wednesday.
Time to start talking about the things that I've mastered.