I don’t know if I’ve made a terrible mistake or stumbled upon a really happy accident.
I don’t know if I deserve a kick in the shin or a running-start chest bump. (Chest bump please!)
I don’t know why I can’t stop eating these two-bite ice cream sandwiches!
I’m being coy.
I know exactly what I’m doing… and what I’m doing is DANG delicious.
I’m making a strong statement here… and I totally stand by this cracker and ice cream situation. Who wants to arm wrestle? I’m feelin’ it.
(When every sentence starts with ‘I’… I want to poke my own eyes out… I annoy myself. Dangit! It never ends.)