I am my mother's daughter.

I learned that my father bares an uncanny resemblance to Nathan Followill when he was twenty-some odd years...... Glasses, beard, and all.

Not sure how to take this.




I also write my mother that I am busy and yada yada yada. She interprets that as I must need more underwear. I got my box of panties yesterday. I now have 7 reasons why I don't have to do laundry.





Hang me up to dry
The rain's wet outside.