Saturday, October 4, 2008

Food. Fridays. Fathers.

I love it when my roommates get food from family. It means I get food.

Also, Fridays always start out at bad days but somehow I end up enjoying them.

I mostly don't mind turning into my father except for the fact that he always falls asleep when he reads. I am starting to do that. I have too much reading I want to do in life to have that characteristic.

1 comment:

Kim said...

Should you ever become a parent the similarities will become far more glaring. The difficulty I have is deciding what parts of my parents I want to keep and which I need to change.

Miss you!