Sunday, Sunday.

"It's school tomorrow and it's raining. What do you want to do today?"
"I wanna be a pirate!"
"I'm a princess!"
"Fair play, go dress up."

And scene.

This is and a passive aggressive visit from my mother is the extent of my Sunday.

The worst part? We have, no, wine!

What a fucking liberty.

...in other news, a special mention to Spitzimixi for giving me a kick up the bum. As of March, I've decided to enrol on an online Uni course and get my shit together. So thank you for pointing out that route!

Here's to a new week!