Today I was working the carousel and this little girl came on dressed up as spiderman (with the fake muscles and mask and everything) and when I let her on I said to her, “I love your costume!” and she just very happily yelled back, “I’m spiderman!!” and started “swinging” to horse. oh man that made my day
It’s just like:
I don’t actually do any exercise, which is really bad. But I wear heels a lot. My theory is that it’s painful, so it’s gotta do something.
my bedroom is usually a perfect balance of chaos + order - just the way i like it!
cat: places paw tentatively on boob
cat: presses paw down on boob
cat: slowly, agonizingly walks across boobs