What happens when you find a wig in a closet six months into a pandemic. You become a cross between a castaway and a Rastafarian.
What happens when you find a wig in a closet six months into a pandemic. You become a cross between a castaway and a Rastafarian.
We're in a pandemic, and school started online for Sarek. Nola starts in two weeks. I forgot to take the perfunctory first day of school shot given all that is going on. Bet you never saw a third day of eight grade shot, eh? Thought so! Does it even matter these days?
Sarek turned 13 during COVID. Here he is with his quaranteen cake, which he apparently managed to eat without arms. We celebrated in the garage and handed out cake in a socially distanced fashion.
I told him not to turn 13 tomorrow, but in true teen fashion, he'll do it anyway. Feeling all sort of things tonight.