We were laughing and giggling… obviously having no clue what we were getting ourselves into.
R felt like a ballerina in his new long-sleeved synthetic shirt; a mandated item to enter the race.
While I ran around taking more photos of things that make me smile in the dorm. Like a sexy photo of two legs dangling out of a claw foot tub. Some people have asked if those are my legs. So I pull up my pants to let them figure it out.
“Nope, it’s not you”, they always say. “Hers are shaved.”
And my little matchbox holder. The only suitable place I could think of was by the toilet.
More of our adventure race to come….
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That pic of "R" is scaring me ….plewase make a new post!!
I LOVE that picture of R! Hilarious!