Day Two of babysitting.

I wish I could sleep better, but Savannah the Bratsome people just don't know how to be fucking quiet. And dadother people slam the bloody door because they can't figure out the lock. *shakes head* I will rest better in my own bed back at Dad's.

In other news, there's a bag of Carla's old clothing in the back of her car, that us girls went through... I scored about six or so decent pairs of pants, and some more hoodies and a couple tops. I... don't think I needa go shopping for clothes any time soon.

And, now, time for the sheepage...

Meme 1
Reply to this post, and I will tell you my favorite icon of yours. Then post this to your own journal using your own favorite icon.

(My icon? Well, mebbe you know what that's all about)

Meme 2
Comment here and I'll tell you one thing that I like about you. Then go post it in your LJ and return the sentiment.

Fin.

Edit: Don't forget the meme I posted yesterday as well, f-list! Only macjinx has done it, and I'd like more answers and such, if, y'know, it's not TOO MUCH TROUBLE. :P