My favorite part of the Fourth of July in our neighborhood is instead of knowing it's gunshots I'm hearing, I can try to convince myself it's firecrackers.
Funny, that's the same way I feel about my ghetto neighborhood too. Ya know the one where the chances are higher that a tornado takes out the entire area because Mother Nature knows its the shits.
I was raised in a barn my dad built. I am six feet tall. I am honest to a fault. I met my British husband in a bar in Budapest. I wanted to name my son something you could shorten and that didn't mean anything in Spanish (Cam isn't a very nice shortened nickname, and camaron means shrimp in Spanish. Doh!). I have lived in more places outside the US than in.
Funny, that's the same way I feel about my ghetto neighborhood too. Ya know the one where the chances are higher that a tornado takes out the entire area because Mother Nature knows its the shits.
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