We're rooting for you, Corin!
Sigh... I got home, had dinner, went shopping with Mom and sis, came back, walked for a while, showered, and am all ready for an hour or so of relaxation. But our little guy is right below me, with his VeggieTales music cranked up loudly. And it skips. Constantly.
I'm going to go be mean older sister for a few minutes.
I'm going to go be mean older sister for a few minutes.
Ah, reminds me of when my younger brother's rap music used to pipe through the vent between our rooms--that resulted in a few Fedora mean older brother occasions. . .