Anyone who's ever lived with me knows that I can't leave a room just once. This is not usually a problem when I'm in my own home because nobody cares if I enter the living room five times until I finally leave with the book I needed to put back in the office. However, when on my way to class, I usually "left" the room 2-4 times before I had all the books, pencils, notebooks, outergarments, shoes, and brain to live through the next stage of my day. Let it hereby be known that I have every right to say goodbye for three days and then come back in a couple of hours. So there.
Besides, it's so worth your ridicule, because look what I found when I started packing:

*ahem* You know you, uh, can't leave me alone with him. Right?
And one more. Because I already miss her so.

Be grateful you have the luxury of thinking they're TOYS! (oh, my poor makeup brushes!)
4 comments:
AWWWWWWWWW SOOOO CUUUUUTEEEEE!!!
Yeah, that was always a slightly irritating part of living with you...
Seriously, E, I knew that "Ok, I'm leaving" never actually meant anything. I could count on seeing you at least one or two more times....which wasn't so bad...except at 2am. :o) Love you!
p.s. I know I owe you an email. Expect it soon...
Yes, you can't leave the cat can you?
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