While burning my fingers with the curling iron and cussing at the thickness of this girl's gorgeous locks, I opted to bring up some very important questions.
Me: So.....what are you going to do when you graduate?
Dancing Queen: Ummm.....I don't know.
Me: Have you applied to any schools?
Dancing Queen: Ummmm.....no.
Me: Do you like (a particular teacher who shall remain unnamed)?
Dancing Queen: Ummmm.....no. She's a bitch.
This girl, ladies and gentleman, is the future of America. We are still working on that whole "life goals" thing. Right now the focus is more on the tight-pant wearing football hotties from the opposing team's sidelines. And this is the reason I love my sister whole-heartedly. She's cute, she's spunky, and she is in absolutely NO hurry to grow up! The world could really learn a thing or two from this chica.
I would now also like to thank Officer Bob for his creative photography skills. The buzz of high school girls and mom's with cameras may have been less-than-entertaining for Officer Bob because when I retrieved my camera to approve the digital documentation of the day, this is what I got.
Officer Bob and Huracan have lost all future photographer privileges. I'm sure this is not exactly a disappointment for them.
Of the many unnecessary photos taken, I was able to save a few good ones for your viewing pleasure.
NOTE: This picture did not undergo any editing. Huracan is actually that tall. His height scares people. This amuses me. |
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