lifewithoutachaser
Of course, I think of kangaroos. How cliche is that? But if you really think about, kangaroos' pouches are disgusting. I mean it's pretty much a flap of fat that an animal lives in. I'm sure it gets hot and sweaty and smells funky. And imagine if something fell into it, how would the kangaroo get it out?
These are the strange things I think about.
Wow this is weird. I just got home from my Aunt's lake, and she has a family of cranes up there that have lived there since I was a little girl. I remember the sound of me shaking the corn to get them to fly over, and we'd lay it out on the ground and feed them. It's kind of a tradition. And that's all I can really think to say about that.
Today I braided my best friend's hair. Her hair is gorgeous, it's an incredibly pretty brown and it's long and it looks amazing braided. We hung out with some of our guy friends, and it was an amazing day. I just wish he wouldn't have to move, so she could be happy, and I could just braid her hair all day for him to look at.