You may say I'm a dreamer; but I'm not the only one.
I'm Michelle.
I live in a complex of townhouses and last August they started renovating our backyards and we had to take out our AC but there was all this drama and they haven’t finished them and we still have no back hard or AC and even though we’re allowed to put them back in I have to wait until Saturday and my house currently feels like a sauna and I’m dying and this is the worlds longest run-on sentence but idgaf because I could literally cook an egg on my kitchen tiles okay and it’s not like we can leave the house because one of our cars is fucked up and my moms needs the other one and I’m so done with this house okay fuck this.
| 8 year old Isabella: | My boyfriends name is Tommy! |
| Me: | How did you meet Tommy? |
| Isabella: | I hid under the blanket and when he was there I jumped up like SURPRISE! |
| Me: | That's smart. That's how I get all my boyfriends it works every time. |
| Isabella: | That's how I got Peter and John. |
| Me: | Who are Peter and John? |
| Isabella: | They're right beside me! |
| Her mom: | Oh God please get out of that phase |
