Who me? You ask? Sweet innocent me? ππ€£ Of course!
It all started with my brother telling me about a game called pickle ball... Anyone hear of it?? Me either.. but I guess it's a big deal in Anchorage. So he is now called Pickle Boy! ππ€£ And I sent him the law in connecticut, that pickles have to bounce! Good thing he doesn't live there! He don't bonce!ππ€£
Anyway, he rolled his eyes at me.... π Seriously? π Ok.... My response... Hey pickle boy, I'm getting my hair cut and it's long enough for locks of love... Want me have them send it to you? βΊοΈ
He sent me a picture flipping me off!!! π€£ππ€£ππ€£ I sent it to our mom! Who didn't see it was me that sent it... And called my brother!ππ€£ππ€£π She was madder than a hornet! π€£ππ€£
Sometimes, life is just fun!
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PS she was laughing by the end of it all! π