I’m being taunted by an inanimate object.
The looks I’ve been getting all day long from this badboy are getting a bit much.
The attitude it’s projecting is along the lines of what Nicole Richie is throwing at Jessica Simpson. (You know she can’t actually stand her.)
Your time will come my friend… just not until later tonight.
Does anyone else leave packing until the very, very, very last minute?
Regardless that you’re more excited for this vacation than a 5-year old on Christmas morning?