Dorm unboredom, freshman year.
Apartment unboredom, sophomore year.
House unboredom, junior year.
More house unboredom, senior year. (This hat is a repeat because it is a favorite... and there isn't a whole lot of evidence from senior year.) (And whoa. That's the cleanest our house had ever been.)
Other people's house unboredom, graduate degree year #1.You see? You see how Jon Arbuckle was an idiot for thinking one could be bored while wearing a hat? That is why he doesn't get dates.
4 comments:
Kel, you look like you drank a few too many pink elephants that day.
this is my favorite post yet.
I recall that day in the first picture...but I can't remember what exactly we were doing.....do you?
We were stealthily slipping notes under dorm doors.
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