So then by the time I got done giving the pool some water since it was thirsty, my breakfast was cold. You win this round, sun.

After breakfast, I finally got to take my blogging shift. And that's the end of my story I think. Because at that point, you can just go back and read the other stuff I was doing as I was doing it. But then you'll get confused about when each thing was happening and it'll be like time travel. You'll get stuck in an infinite loop because you'll keep getting to this post and it'll tell you to go back and read the earlier posts.

I found this from another blogathoner. Who Links Here I hope that works.

And I was born in the ORF as in Norfolk the city, not the airport itself.

I'm 22.

Let's see.
I was born in Italy. I'm from Norfolk. I'm a student. Virginia Tech Hokies!!! I hope Barbara didn't go to UVA. There's nothing wrong with it if she did. But. There's also nothing right... Something I want you to know about me? I cut my hair. And. I taught myself how to twirl a pencil on my thumb. But. Jo fudge can do it better than I can. And. She has even better tricks. Me. And. My stupid fingers.

Oh yeah back to my story. After my shower I went to get breakfast. Blueberry waffles. Mmmm. But then I went to cut on the pump for the pool but some water was missing. So I had to add more. I know that sun is stealing the water. He thinks he's so sneaky. But I'm on to you, sun. Your days are numbered. You'll be doing no more water stealing.

Alex's posts are like one continuos continous continuous joke that's the funny the whole time. Mine are like not funny or only good for a chuckle. But man, that's so true about summer laundry.

Oh yeah, your turn to answer the questions Alex.

You think you know someone. I've known Dayve since. Fifth grade. If not sooner. And. I never knew he was born in the ORF. I'm for serious. That's probably why he keeps it gully. Outta control.