I’ve been really worried lately that I’m starting to show my age, what with the sprained ankle from soccer and the horrendous neck pain from hauling boards this weekend. But then I called someone Liar McLiarpants.
And I just asked a kid I work with how much money he would pay me to chug a half-gallon of milk.
Now I’m not so worried about my age. I’m worried about my mental health.
So many books...
2 years ago