Dear hormones,
Will you please stop whatever party ya'll are having in there? I cant deal with the mood swings, the nausea and the general weirdness that occurs when ya'll get to grooving. I'm bout to pull out the mama voice and tell ya'll to "sit yo' azzes down".
BIB-D: I am so glad you will be home today!! I love our new place, but it is lonely with out you there. You'll be in second grade come Tuesday! Where did the time go?
DSH: I cant stand you.
But I know that you love me and that we will be together for a minute. And we are gonna box if you keep leaving the seat up. Es mi casa, y yo vivo aqui.
