Before Utah went all Bi-polar with its spring weather, we took advantage of the sun and had a subway picnic in the park. The only thing Sara wanted were the chips. I told Ross that morning that I was really wanting Dr. Pepper due to a terrible headache, but that I was determined to keep my goal. Just a few hours later, when I was getting some chips at the grocery store for the picnic, he bought this from the quarter machine. He drank it right in front of me and madde all sorts of sounds indicating his enjoyment. Rude.
19 hours ago