My Fucking Harrah Isn't the Hardest Thing Ever Going to Do

My horray is that yesterday i got to open a production of r an h. My gray is that my boy friend, whom i spent all a christmas day roasting for wearing tearaway pants, ended up tearing off his pants in front of my whole family and then proposed to me. I printed these ones up, and i have them just sitting on my desk. So mine ar old, they're evergreen. It's like challenge, ye, kind of, like then you can, then everything doesn't feel so overwhelming. This isn't the hardest thing we're ever going to do. We can do it. Ye, ye, ye. That is beautiful. Congratulations Zonia