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Tuesday Night

Sometimes there's those nights that I just want to remember. Not because of something huge, but the little things. Last week, I had one of those. I was feeling a little crazy and stressed. So I found it frustrating when I couldn't open my gatorade. So, it was the sexiest thing when Sammy was able to open it for me.

 My visiting teacher came over for the first time and that was fun getting to know her.

When she left I finally had time to eat dinner. In an attempt to be efficient, I ate straight out of the pan, in bed.
When I walked in with my pan, Sammy said in a very quiet voice that something had happened. My mind immediately went to someone dying. I asked him what happened, and he repeated that something had happened. Derrick Rose had injured himself. I wanted to hit him, and I laughed. Mostly because I don't understood his families obsession with him. As long as I've been watching basketball, he's been injured. And last time I checked, people can't play when they're injured. All. The. Time. Anyways, I could go on a whole rant about Mr. Rose.

Sammy showed me this song. I totally watched this show even when I was 14 and could sing the whole theme song. So Sammy teased me about that, but we listened to it over and over. I can dance to that pretty well.

And that was my Tuesday night. I love nights like that :)


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