I was alone in the art room and had the thought “I wonder how many stools I can get over my head”
Long story short i got stuck and the class walked in to me pathetically trying to wriggle out without being knocked overstop reblogging this
Me when the tweezers come out: What…
Me when the thing: NO!
Me when the other thing: [breathless screaming]
Clean all the things! Simon is nothing if not thorough.
my child
Early morning on the banks of the Waikato River, Taupo, NZ
it’s not November yet but this is the Mood for November