Will someone new please start following me? I'll mail you a dollar. Jesse created another Blogger account to follow me with, named "Señor McBray". At least, this is what he told me until I looked and saw he was indeed not Señor, but Senior. Not really what I think he was going for. Long story short yet am I still talking? I made him delete old Senior there. However, my dashboard keeps saying I have 15 followers and when I click and see it's only 14, I die a little inside.
Jesse and I went to Bullwinkle's to play mini golf, like, I don't know how long ago. Good thing you don't care that much.
Slug bug yellow! We may have forgotten to take the camera inside and had to wait until we were leaving.
If you are ever at Chuck E. Cheese, or one of those places where after winning all those useless little tickets you are forced to not be "selfish" and to give your tickets to the kids in your group (jerks), GO TO THE SPONGEBOB GAME. I am talking business right now. You will master it, and you will be the king chicken, or something. With my ticket earnings, we got a crayon bank, fake orange teeth, and a green heart shaped bracelet. Here I was trying to show off my bracelet. And our blue lips from drinking an Icee.
But really, let's just focus in on Jesse for a moment.
Jesse. Available for babysitting at a time convenient for you.
Pity marriage? You'd be wrong, because he married this.
Which, oddly enough, also included Brittney. And this:
Jesse saw a whole series like that last photo of Cinnamon and I touching noses and cuddling and he just sat there and said, "Are you and Cinnamon dating?"
He may have a point.