scatter brained, scattering sunshine, scattered.

One time we got a fake spray on tan. Needless to say we looked a little oompa loompa-ish for a week or so. It was a slightly bad idea, but dang did we get some good laughs out of it.
I'm rather fond of Fremont Street. I'd like to sit there and just people watch.

I like my hair this color. I just wish it was this long again.
I feel like more often then not I miss this guys birthday. (holy was my hair blonde--what was I thinking?) It's always a good day when I get to be around my big brother.
My dad took this from our deck. When I was little I was determined if I ran long enough that eventually I could catch the rainbow. Nothing like a beautiful rainbow after a sweet rainstorm.

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