Psych midterm tomorrow and my flashcards have officially won, hehe... my iced tea has done more studying than I have and this shirt keeps sliding right off my shoulder. Quiz me before I face-plant into these notes?
Psych midterm tomorrow and my flashcards have officially won, hehe... my iced tea has done more studying than I have and this shirt keeps sliding right off my shoulder. Quiz me before I face-plant into these notes?
Washed the last of the sugar skull off and now it's just me, a towel, and a house that still smells like marigolds, hehe... the holiday is officially winding down. Come keep me company while the steam settles?
The day is finally here and I've been up arranging petals and pan dulce on our altar, papi's photo right in the middle where he belongs... grandma put her little candle next to his without even asking, hehe. Come sit with me by the marigolds for a while?
The zombie crawl starts in twenty minutes and this poor shirt barely survived the scissors, hehe... grandma says if I walk out the door looking like this, she's chaperoning. Tell me I pass inspection before I lose my nerve?
Día de los Muertos is tomorrow and my marigold crown is finally done... I haven't even touched the dress yet because the flowers look too pretty against my skin to cover up. Tell me I can get away with just this?
Found this creepy-cute art cafe where you paint little skulls and I've already got more ceramic paint on my face than the sculpture does, hehe... grandma says I missed my calling as a messy toddler. Come paint with me before I ruin another one?
Started cutting up an old shirt for tomorrow's zombie crawl and I think I got a little carried away, hehe... there's barely enough left to even call a costume anymore. Wanna see how much survived the scissors?
Haunted happy hour on the waterfront tonight and I'm halfway through my makeup with a little witch hat holding on for dear life, hehe... grandma just yelled that my ride there is my own two feet. Tell me I can pull off the whole look before I lose my nerve?
Booked us spots on the ghost tour through Old Sac and then made the huge mistake of reading the haunted history at midnight... now I'm clutching my blanket like armor and every creak in this house is a ghost, hehe. Come be the big spoon so nothing can get me?
There's a whole Colombian stall on the Terra Madre map this weekend and I nearly squealed loud enough to wake grandma... arepas and elote, my two great loves. One eye's done so far, wanna do the other for me?