For the life of me I cannot say the phrase “ It was a good day” without picturing Ice Cube in his blue bandana cruisin’ in a low rider.
Today was a good day for me and little my family. Not quite Ice Cube style, I’m no where near that gangsta. I’m just a white girl with a ghetto booty.
Wow, how did we get here? Anyway…
I made breakfast, Chris made us mochas. Emmett just kicked it in his doorway jumper and it was the perfect Sunday morning. Chris and I talked about politics and technology while we ate.
Finally a conversation not involving bowl movements.
We’re really starting to get the hang of this.